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The Weight of Being

His mind kneels, heart dancing his mind is dark and he tastes his heart. Persimmon sweetness, its faint undertones turning to something unknown. Restless nights greet unhappy dawns a fever crept underneath his pillow and made its home. Something moves into his spirit from above, disturbs the rush of his blood. A flood of words weighs his tongue down down So many stones in his feet, filling his bones his mind is drowned

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Literature

The Weight of Being

His mind kneels, heart dancing his mind is dark and he tastes his heart. Persimmon sweetness, its faint undertones turning to something unknown. Restless nights greet unhappy dawns a fever crept underneath his pillow and made its home. Something moves into his spirit from above, disturbs the rush of his blood. A flood of words weighs his tongue down down So many stones in his feet, filling his bones his mind is drowned

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sometimes, the arrow up my sleeve burns. turn from etched doorframe to empty room; i felt your name in scars long tended. often, the nicotine salves. i pick at old memories and bet myself this time won't be the last. once, i loved more than broken glass. now i worry my quiescence won't pass.

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shards of never-lived memories settling in the lungs of the left, lightly strumming the chest, tight with wondering what's next; a hundred dissolved best intents leaving a tenth of what could have been. death, my dear, do not hold your breath. i have died far more days than i've slept.

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