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I am building a house now,
carving the lintels
with names I refuse to speak.

Something posessed me last night, I don't know what, but at about nine thirty, when the light was wonderfully dim and the air was cool and all the green things were growing unnoticed, I laced up my runners and went for a run. I never run...I'm a slow, contemplative, stop-and-smell-the-flowers sort of girl. I think maybe I something called me out ( Read more... )

Light comes in through stained glass
and puddles swiftly in the crevices and steep
sloping valleys of
the blanket panorama
filtering kaleidoscopic through the fringe
to illumine a sleeping countenance. Eyelash soft
wisping down on florid cheek,
jaw clenching and unclenching,
veiled.

That which doesnt kill you can still cripple, maim, torture, or otherwise cause you intense pain while still not making you stronger and only teaching you that that which doesnt kill you can still cripple, maim, torture, or otherwise still hurt.

Shahnawaz Zaheer

holding my breath under
water
i happened to see a light
down below me
undulating with the wave
as if to say
come live in me
and i swam.

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