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Literature Text
beneath scaffolds
it is hard
for a city to sag
from afar
you never see the pigeons flee
& when a city can offer
such warmth
there is no excuse
to leave
holding only a question
from years ago
& when
the words have gone
rubbed blank
by too many
lingering thumbs
it is hard
to trust what is left:
a pressing gust
the smallness of a voice
across the still
evening water
it is hard
for a city to sag
from afar
you never see the pigeons flee
& when a city can offer
such warmth
there is no excuse
to leave
holding only a question
from years ago
& when
the words have gone
rubbed blank
by too many
lingering thumbs
it is hard
to trust what is left:
a pressing gust
the smallness of a voice
across the still
evening water
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
Literature
no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
Literature
Stay
Surrounding chaos
Unseen revers'd battlefield.
Choose to not come home.
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Something else from this summer, edited a bit.
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Wow, this is great! Love the subtle meanings and the vivid imagery. For some reason, I especially love "from afar, you never see the pigeons flee."