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Random Poem:

postulation
papermoon

first looks and suppositions, i hardly noticed
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the beginning, a blur of “hellos” and “nicetomeetyous”
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flew past in time and left us in the middle.
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we disrupted the order of things, you and i. my theories on
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lightning, the way stars fight to shine
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in the middle of a storm, or the way hands fit
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between bone and skin. i thought I knew things, thought
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i spoke the language of the world, but every thing
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was foreign outside the reaches of your glow.
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there was more to you, more to me
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more to us, as natural as spring
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when it leaves winter behind. i climbed
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into those eyes and made a home, not yet
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knowing how delicate they were, how much
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they saw or knew, or how they would sound.
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hands lost in tangles, pulling you near
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to analyze every feature, every breath,
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every angle- a geometric shock, addition of pulse
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subtraction of platonic
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i learned to bloom the flowers, plough
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that rough ground, as to tread ever so
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slightly until all that was left was the smooth
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notion of soil and supplication, ready for harvest
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i gathered you up, petal by petal, i brought
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you to my mouth, watering you with wet love
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as i tasted your colours, the scent of your secrets
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a bruised fruit, left behind because it’s too soft
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but soft is what i wanted, the warmth and heat of
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dizzy conviction, forbidden desire, you opened
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up my veins and coloured them red, red mixed
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with red, lips pouring forth word blankets
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of safety when the rain comes.
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but the middle turned to end and winter wants a place
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back in time. the petals i saved, stored up
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in the caverns of my glass chest, i scatter now
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down aisles and groves, and homes next door.
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i tell them to watch their steps, to see what lies
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in front of them but a blue wind has taken you now.
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a storm is coming from the distance, i hope
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it gives you life again, but for me it’s just a darkness.
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with dry hands, claiming nothing but
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faint lines of colour residue, i turn to leave
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left only with theories growing vines over memory
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for it's all just postulation, jumbled communication
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of hello.
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nice to meet you.
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