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the simple truth is:
you cannot bury your ghosts
blood and bone breathing
beyond satin and blossoms, bruised arms
wrapped up like wisteria
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Stairway, Rovinj, Croatia
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corey scott-gilbert photographed performing as shahryar in alonzo king’s scheherazade by julie lemberger
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★ ALZi米 / twitter「 塔 」 ☆ ⊳ legend of zelda: breath of the wild ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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The Filling Depersonalization
There is a specific feeling I remember from my childhood One that's been rare with my anxiety and dissociation taking turns But it yearns This feeling
To come out in cool spring weather I water it with sun and clouds, the blues and greys of dawn It's night Without the screeching
It's wonder "not sublime" But now I wonder at that wonder, tranquil mid this time Sweet summer sky I wish more cool
With purple amaranth I fly Between pink fleurs and mushroom stools
I ask you but you have no answer But divinity
Not what I feel
These fire's embers In my firewood Still to time Ground of earthy crumbles But no, not dry
I pause a moment, hand in yours, but in this space loned But not lonely
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Philipp Pablitschko
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sometimes gray is soft
dove's cold whisper
wistful winter
windows glisten
the world's frost
is far away
I am safe and
warm
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A black hole's writhing
Inside of me, I am out
Of stars to feed it
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The sunrise is still
Gorgeous through dirty windows
Bright face bathed in light
A soft pink-clouded promise
My tired, lucky eyes open
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Return of the King
Glory-of-the-snow Blooms wild in the dead deep night Gently filling life
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Sometimes I forget
About the sunshine
In boxes stored in
Between my toes
Behind my ears, inside
My brain, like lemon
Blossoms and lilacs
A spring in perpetuity
A crate of happiness held
In arms ripe for hugging
Sometimes I remember
Scars but forget
The reasons that they make
Me smile, origami swans
Unfolding into letters
Floating on the wind
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You can care deeply
About something while barely
Understanding it
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Elevated Star
When my way is lost Moss phlox blends sea and starlight Up it raises all
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Warrior
Soft as Baby’s Breath Charm’s a hand-holding fighter Warm as flames are hot
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