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Truth is, the parts of you live inside me. The way you would wipe the dishes after taking them out in dishwasher, the way you would do the duvet properly, the way you would clean the windows in a certain way that it is thorough, the way that you loved me —right at the time when it was needed.
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"Jupiter photographed at the Lick Observatory. Observe on the left the Great Red Spot, which first appeared in 1878."
Astronomy in a nutshell. 1912. Internet Archive
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You came into my life like an apricity, but I pondered if its ever okay to receive such warmth during the period intended for— longing.
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I’m so tired. Exhausted.
My tears won’t stop running for you who kept on running.
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If only I knew;
loving you harder wouldn’t change a thing.
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Letting you go - hurts, because then I would have to miss you.
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Your heart is capable of so much more than just acknowledging hate.
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Robert Wiene set design from Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari (1920)
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I wanted to write about the chaos inside your eyes. The stories yet to be told. But for I can’t hold my gaze upon you - I lie awake at night knowing my wounds are self inflicted.
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Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
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I would swim in the depths of my thoughts, thinking how a person can you could exist and yet again - occupy my mind?
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The ride was long and the windows were foggy. I wished I could have the guts to say “I wanted out.” But instead I cried on the backseat while writing this poetry.
Look at this mess we are in.
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