Ancient Poetry I am ancient The kind of ancient that crushes skin into lines so deep that civilizations grow in the ravines Don’t be fooled by reincarnation Sometimes I feel like an ocean stuck in a vase told to keep a flower alive that’s dying when all...
How Beautiful You Are If you could only see just how beautiful you are How your cells are stars on a canvas of midnight dreams The rhythmic brush strokes on your holy grail that keep spring coming The precious folds of your skin and bones meeting the consciousness of...
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