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trees leaving their roots

there is no way you're coming back. you left a letter, it began

my dearestand that was the beginning & ending at the same time, you were never good with words, you told me the first time we met and I was already madly in love with the things you said. sad blue was your ( Read more... )

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I remind myself of you so I wouldn’t forget. every morning when a bottle comes from the ocean, I think it would be you but it is a bill from the electricity company reminding me that I have to pay the bills. when the morning wakes up, I go to the only phone booth in the town and send you a kiss but the man that I kiss always says that he’s unable ( Read more... )

- look at me.

- i am looking.

- closer, you cannot see me well enough.

- i can see you even if my eyes were closed.

- no one is capable doing that, dear.

- i am.

- you say so.

- indeed i do.

- how well can you see your eyes closed?

- the only thing that i can see when i do not see is you.

- flattering.

- why did you want me to look at you?

- if i know someone ( Read more... )

- i'd like to be a car crash instead of being a traffic jam.

- who wouldn't like to be something else? i'd love to be a healing herb instead of a lung cancer.

- i stargaze when there aren't any starts in god's first painting.

- some people tend to eat everything beautiful so people could find beauty in ugliness and paint the beauty back when the ( Read more... )

when the fireworks collapsed, you were in a bathroom and wonders were passed. the running horses smoked blueberries, but you did not wish to see them in action. lovers, you called us. by choice we had chosen to be together, you reminded me, but I heard that one cannot make such a decision. when you came back, clean and tender, I wanted to give you ( Read more... )

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& a tree book to make people realize that they are already alive

you & I were ten & twelve when you told me that the most beautiful creatures in the world are made of butter. I did not believe in you, but you repeated yourself and asked

“are they made of clay then?”
“no!”
“so what are they made of?”and I was not sure what to say, I giggled and ( Read more... )