A hungry heart,
3 leftover flatbreads,
savoured loneliness, instead.

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Smile for smile,
smile for vile,
being myself, meanwhile.

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She chose peace over liberty,
and I, Her over the all the Hims.

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All beautiful
things are








Wild and free
~ ✿ ~

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And what's love, if not
stripping your heart open
to patch another?

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An elevator is
all but a poem:
commuting each day,
carrying people through.

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Moths in the night.
//a friendship call

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Perhaps, it would hurt less if I just started.

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My fingers know
how to implant pretty moons
into the vast fields of my palm.

I wonder what's anxiety if not a love poem
threaded by my self, to be worn by my other self.

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