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“I would live for centuries”
he tells me,
“could continue seeing the world this way—
unyielding yet very beautiful still
with iridescent flaws,
garden gloves unkempt”.
My hand covers his slightly,
wayward-owning transcendence—
present as it is and isn't,
hot tea and floral candies showcase in a modern serving dish;
he feeds me. I fondle this vintage tea cup
holding it ever so daintily as our bodies
collide, ivy-twined when he looks into my eyes
tells me “because you would too”.
he tells me,
“could continue seeing the world this way—
unyielding yet very beautiful still
with iridescent flaws,
garden gloves unkempt”.
My hand covers his slightly,
wayward-owning transcendence—
present as it is and isn't,
hot tea and floral candies showcase in a modern serving dish;
he feeds me. I fondle this vintage tea cup
holding it ever so daintily as our bodies
collide, ivy-twined when he looks into my eyes
tells me “because you would too”.
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Nothing made of China
Can communally break
Like steak uncooked
Fires untouched
Seem more filling
Immortality
Is for the already dead
Life for the living
A death worth bearing
Its a pity
But gritty as poison may be
Its the throat that tastes the pain
And everything else the tongue forgot to
Can communally break
Like steak uncooked
Fires untouched
Seem more filling
Immortality
Is for the already dead
Life for the living
A death worth bearing
Its a pity
But gritty as poison may be
Its the throat that tastes the pain
And everything else the tongue forgot to