you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

❝Do me a favor, Wynona Benoit: tell me that unselfish deeds exist. Be careful though, because I'll start to believe in the world again if you do.❞

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

WE ARE ALIVE AND ALIKE AND SEETHING © 2017 by lee

THEY ARE NOT WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE; THEY ARE DYING IMMORTALS © 2019 by lee

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THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee

happenings : a well plotted conspiracy to rob the skins of the most prestigious school in current Broadway. #73 ( 30.4.18 ) Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy