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<p class="c">
"hello, can we talk?"
</p>
- <p class="date">Feburary 2022</p>
+ <p class="date">February 2022</p>
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as a violin string,<br>
as glass—
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- <p class="date">Feburary 2022</p>
+ <p class="date">February 2022</p>
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<p class="date">May 2026</p>
<hr>
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+
+ <div class="poem">
+ <h3>The Bullet</h3>
+ <p>
+ The pantomime of leaves in which you swirl in a yellow dress<br>
+ Collapses when you run afar, diving into the dull air<br>
+ The sun blares its scalding glow, incinerating the hearts<br>
+ Of eleven figures erected in the earth, forming a wreath of bones around the moist mound of dirt<br>
+ Their sweat collects in the wrinkles of their foreheads, and their tears settle in their eyelids<br>
+ Their long black dresses are indistinguishable from their black veils<br>
+ And their arms are reserved to those from which life emanates and laughs in their faces<br>
+ You leap from stone to stone, fluttering like a hummingbird<br>
+ You have long shed the lugubrious skin of a thousand years<br>
+ And have become lighter than a speck of cotton that has escaped from its woven bedding<br>
+ Your closed unclouded eyes lay heavy in their sockets<br>
+ Having let in much of the world's lights yet fail to stir the whirlpool of despair<br>
+ Borne of the burning hearts struggling to grab the conscience of their lost one<br>
+ As it slips between their fingers
+ </p>
+ <p class="date">July 2026</p>
+ <hr>
+ </div>
+
+ <div class="poem">
+ <h3>How Dare The World Go On</h3>
+ <p>
+ How dare the world go on<br>
+ When I am on my knees in the frozen glass<br>
+ Entrapped by invisible ghosts
+ </p><p>
+ How dare the world go on<br>
+ When I am pounding on the black curtains<br>
+ Unable to move my legs
+ </p><p>
+ How dare the world go on<br>
+ When I have thrust blades into my eyes<br>
+ And cut my arms off
+ </p><p>
+ How dare the world go on<br>
+ When content hearts and jovial spirits<br>
+ Mock my silent cries
+ </p><p>
+ How dare the world go on<br>
+ When the whole universe must lay still<br>
+ Wallowing in a deathly wail<br>
+ With me
+ </p>
+ <p class="date">July 2026</p>
+ <hr>
+ </div>
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