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xxi ordinary things | poem ten

raining heartbeats
the burdened sky
frees my soul
clasped by shadows
moving and stealing
the light away
darkness comes in
to devour and chain
me to a memory still
and all i can utter
is your name like
a prayer ~ i, ever so
silent, mute, unspeaking
my spirit whispering
infiniteness, forever
to a moment i have
yet to hold.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.