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[Sep. 8th, 2016|12:43 pm] |
The highs and the lows I am used to,
my private exclusive hell
These tiny subversive betrayals of
my body against my self
But the truths you find when you're hurting
are still there when the wound has closed
And the next time you laugh, you're betraying
these things that you cannot unknow. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2016|08:45 pm] |
I saw a beautiful woman in the street today.
Her beauty was otherworldly, it transformed the late summer day into a golden autumn, the setting sun shining through her red jacket turned into molten sugar, and the shape of her body in a black tight-fit dress was like a beacon at the end of a tunnel.
She was so beautiful I immediately forgot my own appearance, name, origin, and destination, so that my brain would have more space in which to reiterate her image.
She was so beautiful she had her own gravitational field. I almost knocked her down. |
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