Once lovedwe used to lie awake at night, deep breathsOnce loved
and
miles of wire connecting our voices
how do you know me so well from the sound of my breathing? he'd ask.
his lungs had a special pattern with his heart
two beats meant luck. three beats meant love.
and i learnt them all, beat by beat
breath by breath
until your empty spaces were my swelling lungs, and my hollows, your breath. because, you see, we completed each other
isn't it enough that i know? i'd reply.
Perception: CeeJay, II lay in the prickly grass beneath the honey tree. No, it’s not a magical tree that grows honeycombs or anything. It doesn’t even have a bee’s hive in it. It’s a gnarled, old, ugly looking tree with dark olive leaves that has managed to break through our fence from our neighbour’s yard and stretch over our grass like a giant’s hand reaching down to grab me and take me into the sky. Its limbs are twisted, its leaves small and dull, its yellowish-cream blooms crabbed and pinched with ill humour. It’s hardly worthy of the title ‘the honey tree.’ But during summer, when the air lays thick aPerception: CeeJay, I
once everlastingi feel eternal i feel eternalonce everlasting
and yet i feel like ending it all tonight
do you hear me through your membrane of forgetfulness; or do you try not to listen? (listen, you breathed through the phone. just listen.) does your heart pitpatter with guilty thoughts or has it turned to someone new?
you used to call me la-piet and told me it meant love i wish you'd explained you meant the kind of love that
&nbs
twirl.
| - There are lights and shadows playing in your fingers. Oh, can't you see it? Can't you see the magic? Can't you see like I do? |
if it means a lot to you
Desperate
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thank you for the thank yous, they made me and my bestie laugh muchly. why do I deserve a million thanks?
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Come to the edge, he said.
They said, we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew
Guillaume Apollinaire
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ps;your love notes are scarlet.
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Come to the edge, he said.
They said, we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew
Guillaume Apollinaire
its crispie.
i hope ur ok.
last night was mighty fun
love you miss. <3
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She kneels before her King.
She feels her whips of flame curled against her back.
She tightens her grip on her sword of the spirit.
She looks up to her master and asks her command:
"What evil shall fall today?"
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Come to the edge, he said.
They said, we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew
Guillaume Apollinaire
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
Don't let your name outweigh who you are.
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Come to the edge, he said.
They said, we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew
Guillaume Apollinaire
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