Aphelion, revisedMaybe it would be best to tell you nowAphelion, revised
that there are squalls in your eyes.
In the black of your pupil,
I found a clipping of her hair. It wasn't mine
to find; I left it there. Hurried to what I love most,
your herculean jaw.
I close my eyes to a burst of red,
and though it reminds me of your strength, I see nothing but her jacket.
It was lying about in your sclera. Your lips, pressed hard together, thin houdini lips,
an exclamation.
Your mouth parts, to breathe
and allow me passage into the wintry fjord,
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Sometimes I feel as if there’s a fermenting peach in place of my heart, its stone lodged directly under my ribs and it buckles and gapes like the roundest vowel sound resulting in that pained gaze you sometimes catch me lost inside. I’m really staring into the bricks and mortar trying to dig my way out of a building with an ex-girlfriend’s name above its door
I say ‘you are an island, and I am the sea’ but what I really mean is that you are so much stronger than me. Who cares
if kids in cars feel righteously opposed to the things you have said? If pens and ink break &
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come out to play
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come out to play
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"Dreamers only dream, but creators bring their dreams into reality."
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"Dreamers only dream, but creators bring their dreams into reality."
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