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Direct me to your
Border of understanding
And I could maybejustmaybePersuade the customs of your lips ( Read more... )

since feeling is first
e.e. cummingssince feeling is first ( Read more... )

How To Leave Me SlowlyFirst, ration your smile ( Read more... )

Fetching You Homei ( Read more... )

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TorchI tried to blow a leaf on the floor ( Read more... )

"didn't the night end
didn't the melting ice
flood the narrow gutters

wasn't my body
rescued, wasn't it safe"

-Louise Glück, October

At Attention

“I want a piece of youYou scrunched up your ( Read more... )

Like many troubled teenagers, I used to rehearse suicide. I'd entertain it, play around with the possibilities, coax it with my favourite music, cajole the resolve out of what I now know as bravado. Once when I was 15, reading Japanese manga, I came across this poem written by a young philosophy student from the Meiji era studying in the then-Tokyo ( Read more... )

Ok so I've been missing for almost a week. Over the week there was JF's birthday at Beds, where they drank too much, as usual. Poor me was stuck with a cold and could only drink a little bit. I'm always being used as bait to make girls they like drink. They'll ask the victim to guess my age, and I'll give my biggest, widest, most charming smile, ( Read more... )