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 it swoons; it revels; it pivots; it dances; it knows itself deeper than DEEPdeepest self-conscious yearning, desire. feeling and grop... [read more] |
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though sometimes rough... "rougher now!" i would gasp as i turned my heated face around to grace my lover with the most intense opprobrious... [read more] |
 And months and years may stretch to fill This day of gray that sets in still, Despite the work we've put in to see That we might live them o... [read more] |
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TELLMEtellme how you language game FEEDMEfeedme your wordsWORDS watch me hear me. witness my indulgence in your words words wordszzzzz; GIVE... [read more] |
 . I press hands outward stretch arms and push away time. The past receives the wave and rides it beyond presents, absorbed by cold mag... [read more] |
 চা নিয়ে কথা হচ্ছিলো- আমিঃ শোন চা হলো যে কোন শুকনা জিনিসের ভেজানো সংস্করণ। যে কোন জিনিস শুকায়ে এরপর গরম পানিতে ছেড়ে দাও চা হয়ে... [read more] |
 Love me for, That moment. When, you are mine. Not, for the morrow. Nor, the memory. But for the moment When we are entwined. When two... [read more] |
 ~Return~ When dead, if I must return, it would be nice to do so as a rock about the size of a Volkswagen, snug on a soft roll of foot... [read more] |
 If you had told me this is how love would begin, I would have laughed in your face until spit flew; it's absurd, the way we began to hang on... [read more] |
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Walk on it, if dare is day's order, if too much air surfing is night's offal, as if a famed entity passed the eye's corner and swift-... [read more] |
 عندك وقت احكي معك أنا كنت.. كل الوقت.. عم اسمعك و لا معي بيبقا الحكي متل اللي داخل معركه تقلي كلامي بيوجعك وخوفي اذا ما حكيت تع... [read more] |
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. Sandburg's dead is existential past like a silent culling, a finality remembered in the chipped stone of 21 centuries, the com... [read more] |
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What astonishing news the morning brings that what through the night was only adorned with silver strings in the morn, oh what a sight now s... [read more] |
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It happens every year around this time…when I place upon my head…my old Christmas stocking cap…which happens to be red. ... [read more] |
 you know, you know, you never know how things will turn out you never know what’s gonna happen It’s all a mystery to us mere mortal h... [read more] |