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Sets of matching pears

Three candles and a match of white phosphrus

Three guns, one goes off and one is not quick enough

The two pairs of pears are delicious

A set of a set of three pears of quick wits

They say that triangles are the strongest shape

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+1

give me possessive give me protective give me obsessive give me praise give me everything you have

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I have a friend from my childhood, we were insperable. I found out we were going to go to the same university together but he left for the more artsy one down south. He called me to tell me that he didn't need me because he already had enough friends and you felt like you didn't know me anymore. What sort of reason is that.

As above as below my years at the university was full of hollow simulcrums of my best friend. The good will hunting live reenactment only with one cast member.

You cut me out of your life so don't complain when I didn't even know you were going for a fall. You felt like you didn't know me anymore but honestly you will never know who or what I am but if you want closure here is my textual extention of an olive leaf

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i've spent the better part of this year creating works that speak to you all, that resonate with your soul.

many things have changed since then, and i've had the pleasure of hearing many kind words and helpful feedback from this community, one i've known for many years, now. my writing has taken on many different forms, largely in part due to the inspiration i've gathered from so many brilliant poets in the space. i would not be the writer nor person i am today without you to guide me.

to those of you who have reached out to me, whether through my inbox or my dms: i have done my best to impart upon you the advice of someone who understands your pain; that being said, i am returning to my roots.

i will soon contradict a lot of the things i've said to be wise --

i will soon be selfish, writing mainly for myself --

a lot of the work i'd made from the time i was still a teenager was lost to time, hidden away from this blog; it remains unseen. it was a different time, then. i was a different person. much of it was prose. i did not shift to poetry until i started gaining traction, until people started noting my affinity for writing it. it was rather draining, and even now, sometimes, i wonder if poetry itself ever really called out to me, or if it was only the dissonance of many different voices trying to grasp at whatever words they could pull out of my fragile mind.

do you like my poetry? i'll write you a poem.

do you like me? i like you, too.

do you know me? very few do.

do you want to? i'm not sure if that's a well-informed decision.

yes, for the people who are reading this now (i can count them on one hand, and even then, they might already be gone), that have seen my blog from the beginning, that witnessed my downfall eight years ago: i regret to inform you - it happened again. multiple times. it was devastating. it was painful. i died, multiple times, only to realize i didn't have the courage to leave behind the pain i couldn't comprehend myself. i was much too weak to let other people carry my burden.

i'll ask again: do you want to know who i really am?

you might soon find out.

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The river rises

You: go jump in a lake

Me, an intellectual: go succumb to the waters

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Desperate times call for desperate measures

Adding on a few inches or centimeters

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late as hell but i'll throw my hat in the ring. here's my little faulkner playlist !! i have reasons for all of these, mostly lyrical, so you can :> ask me :] if you want ^^ please please pl

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I love a woman that would literally kill me

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Time to dance like a dervish,

Chaotic but spinning a dime

It is almost your time

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Simulcrum of the mind

Doing double time

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For if you stare into the void for two long

The void will ask for twenty dollars

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Dancers Delight

Rhythm and Thyme

Cooking up a Storm

Left foot failed to Break the Rhyme

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Help

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Her's (and her's)

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Dearest faintest darlings dance delicatly

Through my mind from their calamity

The eye of the storm is cozy ✨️

Three half's of the same coin