oh no coke for me thanks i just wanted to drift back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles :)
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also hope everyone is well :o3 I finally got some books recently-- in paper!!! which isnt usual for me so im very happy
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send me requests i wanna write today !! ( anakin, miguel, COD characters, frank castle !! ) 🩷
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Morning - Frank O'Hara
I’ve got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow
At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes
I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine
although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you’d be proud of
the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle
what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it
is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone
Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I’ll not be cordial
there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is
when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
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Feather
Have you forgotten?
It was Spring, and the days came lazy and sinuous
as we sat by water on tender grass, and fed clambering goslings from a bag of seed,
but could not bear to stroke their down, for fear they would start
and be gone.
And have you forgotten breathless gasps on a Turkish coast,
when we leapt into icy water at the peak
of summer in blistering, dusted heat?
I can still taste apple tea, the bite of spice, and charred meat.
And I remember when the days grew colder.
How your fingers felt like ice, no matter how long I held them.
How your eyes fixed across the room as we danced to a rhythm I grew to hate.
How tears felt cold, like glass.
And your voice broke like the crack of bones in a naked, butchered fowl.
I still hear you in a shard of warm, amber light.
Smell you in the down of this worn scarf.
And taste you like blood in my own mouth.
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