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12.13.12
I read a book once about
a beekeeper who
spoke to the bees
with her thoughts,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love
you."
and so I decided
to do the same.
Please do not
misinterpret me,
I do not wish to
trap you with my love,
I do not cry out,
"Love me. Love me.
Love me. Love
me."
In fact, I do not
want your love at all
if it is not
all-consuming and
desperate to reach me
as if it were a plant
thirsty for the sun,
but do not be surprised
if I close my eyes
and chant silently,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you."
and you start to feel
that you are someone
wonderful and cherished,
as you should.
I read a book once about
a beekeeper who
spoke to the bees
with her thoughts,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love
you."
and so I decided
to do the same.
Please do not
misinterpret me,
I do not wish to
trap you with my love,
I do not cry out,
"Love me. Love me.
Love me. Love
me."
In fact, I do not
want your love at all
if it is not
all-consuming and
desperate to reach me
as if it were a plant
thirsty for the sun,
but do not be surprised
if I close my eyes
and chant silently,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you."
and you start to feel
that you are someone
wonderful and cherished,
as you should.
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Rombos
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Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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when i love, i love with my whole heart and then some. and one day, i will find that love. that desperate-to-reach-me love. the fumbled words and that adoring gaze.
i am not unworthy of that.
that's an incredibly hard lesson to learn.
i am not unworthy of that.
that's an incredibly hard lesson to learn.
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I sometimes feel the same. If it were not strange to kiss a stranger on the lips I would surely kiss you twice.