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#cento poem using all the napowrimo poems i've wrote line 1 is from day 1 etc
prasannawrites · 3 years
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patchwork.
how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her chest, and you’re still there in the morning. with light, i almost think of april as a secret lover, i said her absence is no longer a shadow. maybe, you and the sun were one in the same.
we are an ouroboros, redden earth, fertilized with your blood.
i ask too much of you – it’s true, i wrongly thought of your clavicles as home.
you reside softly between pink clouds, this is vulnerability at its peak; the words escape me.
i only see you, lamenting the dying of light – i do not know how to balm this storm.
you are laden with light – you put on a show as you could’ve formed me in any likeness. i am profound in your palms only.
you smell of poetry again - you once said you were convinced i can neatly categorize my life before-you, maybe that’s why all my words beat a steady trail everywhere i go.
all i know, with any certainty – you trample me with your soft fingers.
in a different mirror, you are like the stirring waters of the sea – you embody love like no one can.
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