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Memento Mori
words letters time to be immortal memories minds labyrinths lives tapestries crimson yellowed edges creased wintered weathered rhyme this cavern of consciousness repeating dying- life giving, grieving, reaching, ravaged time fell into muddied waters never to return delicate indomitable yearnings of the human spirit
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Frida Kahlo on Strangeness
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking…
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Stardust
What is it like to be with you when the whole world is asleep? I’d love to know the taste of your lips at midnight sweeter than sunrise, softer than sunshine against my windowpane at dusk. what is it like to kiss your face when the rest of the world closes its eyes? I’d venture…
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Maps
Home is where the heart is, so they say. But where is my heart? When the wind blows tumbleweed across the cracks in the sand, they pick up debris as they roll on by. Where is my heart? “It is not down on any map,” as they say – “true places never are.” And home…
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