Tag: poetry
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Dolor
The days we fight gravity are the predecessors to well earned nights. Where the gravitation of the moon seems to rip us from beneath our skin so we may breathe the cleanest drags of stardust possible, those are the nights we stay alive for. These are the days we earn entry. Hours spent holding our […]
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Christmas Sunday, ’22
I saw Santa smoking a cigarette outside a dive last night. He was groping his beard the way only alcohol can teach us to touch, howling at the smoke cast sky like a shower drain blocked by uncountable years of unattended build up, yet still glugging through. He said he retired the team colors for […]
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Absence
A passing moment of peace, a second of serendipity. No noises, only the peepers and a gentle pressure from the waves below our feet. Just a moment but a matter profound enough to resonate within, a silence so thick that it shook awake a dormant feeling at the core our, cores. And I told you back home […]
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