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fyn gula
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my desire is the cocteau twins song waking me on the sony cd alarm clock at 4ooam. beside me yet you sleep, beauty underneath clinging sheets.
the morning is steel that cannot rust, not whispering, but speaking in a plain voice, awake already two hours, ready to serve me the sunrise for breakfast.
what i am now is the purest i will be all day, hearing what i listen to, creating from elements of dream, the integral parts others will discover like the puzzle pieces they need to complete the picture.
what i will be later is written on the sky i cannot see yet, only guess. and if there are clouds, they will form images like animals, flowers, or memories.
what you are becoming is in part what i need to be. and none of it will fade in the sun growing hotter and higher with each breath, each rhythm of my internal workings.
if it is water, it will return to rain.
if it is love, it will be the only living horse on the merry-go-round.
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bespeckled
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your intense and quiet rejection of all the things I yearn for within,
no, they will never go away and never lessen,
I know this.
It's why I hide myself from you.
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crOwl
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the afternoon is the clothes i wear, a necessity to go to work when all i want to do is live in my house i haven't seen for a week.
everything seems new. unfaded by my absence.
just a few more hours and i will return, i think. life goes on when we're gone. grass grows. the people you haven't seen don't miss you. some think you never left.
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hsg
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the sun's_message
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what's it to you?
who
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