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You are this noise
I am your shadow
And we breathe,
I starve
For your breath
The dark web
My lips are a furnace
Knot me in your voice
Your noise
My choices
Are why I am nobody
And I am not guided.
You knot me.
I knot my fingers
In your hair
And now
All these silvery threads
Pull me into the knots.
YOU ARE READING
Blood and Bloom
PoetryBlood and Bloom. Wilt and Overgrowth. Death and Life. Following are six Romantic Modernist poems about vulnerability, mental illness, and the dilemma of growth and when to stop. "I am a garden Four days and this tempest is feeding me Four days and m...
