we put the melancholy
in the caskets
and mourned.
we decorated the grave
with lilac flowers
and sesame soil
we etched out our selfishness
until it was no more;
but love, my love
our kind of love,
was not meant to love
at all.
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love; and other disorders
Poetry"i just sat there, coughing frightful swans birthed from milk grapefruit flower love to swim in the pools of midnight, as you (with your fingers slightly touching mine) charmed the half-crazed moon with a rare rosen wine berry into what we were: a 2...
