your words are sleek,
debonair.
i paint in charcoal and grayscale scenes,
wishing vaguely for an exit strategy
as health and liposuction dig fingernails
into backs of tigresses,
you ask me,
"is he perfect?"
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& as i beg you for liberation,
to vomit up my innocence and salvation
i mention one last time
that i am not empty,
but sometimes i wish i could be.
- - -
my right arm is glass,
and you are the pebble.
smoke and mirrors;
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I love this. It's really beautifully written. I love how it ends. I just love the entire thing.
"i mention one last time
that i am not empty,
but sometimes i wish i could be."
^^^Those lines are just amazing. <3
I don't know what else to say except that I love this and it's just brilliant.
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best ive read all week, great job
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It's innocent, and breath taking.
The innocence is almost not there, but it's faintly resting in the background.
I love it, but I hope you feel better.
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Beautiful.
my right arm is glass,
and you are the pebble.
- Love that.
♥
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this is amazing!
"that i am not empty,
but sometimes i wish i could be."
there's nothing really I could say about this that would be coherent, so I'll just say I loved this! gorgeous poem.
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perfection. you are amazing.
-- Tor
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speechless.
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