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trust
there’s river that flow through these meadows the brooks of my thighs hold water so tightly, unleashed into rivers oceans of my love seep into my holy drink it’s enchanting magic let me love you let me tell you cosmic secrets show you openings into this universe a reality only shared by two me and…
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idalina
must i always question you who holds time space is their existence the multiverse expressed in love painful turmoils of its manifestations do you know yourself? do you call your ugly a home, sit in its lies and cry rivers of falsities the unfulfilled truths you tell yourself shake this reality blossom into forever let…
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sinonimos
fighting to freeze points in nature venture into zero the infinite line of god expressed in singularity who are we if not speckles of existence a mere glance into forevers daunted into time may my hope live freely may it rest on your shoulders may it become a beacon for our gods may we find…
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armand
how do you water yourself when all the exists is fire flames erupt where you touch chaos born out of despair for a breath of air a grounding earth and eternal water in my ashes, may the black charcoal indulge life once again formulate a coexistence with this watered life may it mulch into particles…
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life long
i am so excited for every moment a touch of infinity may i always lean into forever a grace of the gods, their gift to our foolish hearts may i always dream of tomorrows cuddled with yesterdays nostalgia the present a medley of their love i am so excited to share this journey a dance…
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before.
finding you in space just to escape in time a tango, the swirl of galaxies dancing to our heart in beats unheard seen, felt, seismic in the ways it shakes an earth unmovable breaking the bond of covenants made eons ago who are we if not the same speckle of experience, of a moment of…
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me and handala
we hold our backs to the west stern in its unwavering violence i haven’t been able to put to words what it’s been, but who am i? naji al-ali drew those feelings, some decades ago. these atrocities did not start in october 7. they did not start in 1948. palestinians endured the savagery of colonializers…
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what must be.
should i sit to ponder of life or must i truly walk it’s path unknowingly, fear leads thoughts find circles and make their way back towards the first question the chicken or the egg does god exist because of me? did i ponder it into existence, suiting it to my liking a creatix, unimaginative such…
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anaklusmos
my hands yearn for a pen the matters of the heart are all in the mind twice now have i reached for explanations faltering, stumbling at its magnitude why do i i can never finish the question a prisoner of thought must i act, i don’t know how my hands bleed for this pen
the intricacies of idalina 