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keehoor · 23 days
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Wishing for clearer skies
got me drenched in expectations.
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keehoor · 28 days
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Things
there are things i wish to talk about before i leave this world:
rain on my flowerbed despite the soaring temperatures
eagles that fly above the clouds
an undisclosed bucket list that's not been defined yet
the mountain i wanted to scale
a house i dreamt of living in
people i wondered about
how i am in awe of the beautiful stories you weave
the way those images you post throw colors upon my pale face
the connection i feel with you
having that bit of love left within me
and sharing it with you
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keehoor · 1 month
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keehoor · 1 month
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Burning stars, falling stars, twinkling stars, wishing stars, hoping stars, forgiven stars, forgotten stars, remembered stars
all of them breathe
in that single scar
left in my heart
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keehoor · 1 month
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The pleasant sunny weather through the window turns into blazing heat once you step out to feel it. The grass is greener on the other side until you walk through it. The rain is beautiful until you wade through clogged streets. And finding love is wondrous until you fall in it.
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keehoor · 1 month
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This need to begin, to give birth to something,
then leaving it unattended midway,
have I inherited it from my parents?
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keehoor · 1 month
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He opened his fist into a palm.
I traced the lines running wild on it
only to find myself stumbling upon them.
Gentle Women
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keehoor · 1 month
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The glass twinkles under the moonlight. Neon in my eyes, with subtle hues of lies. Everything will be fine. Your love passed through me and never managed to stay. So I hug the you-shaped craters you left behind. I'm not broken, am I?
#Delusion
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keehoor · 1 month
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I have loved.
How much?
I have loved, and it is all that matters.
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keehoor · 1 month
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One of these days, this thing will be what eats me up alive or will be the reason I'm alive.
On love, longings, and living.
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keehoor · 1 month
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Mother, I'm the skin you decided to shed and never pondered upon how it was once a part of you, protecting you from you.
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keehoor · 1 month
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Lying in dust and dirt, a broken star still prays to the sky it was kicked out from.
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