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We feel like we’re alive only through the painful excitation of our seventh sense, the sense of loss.

Aug 26 • 

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Fish

We don’t get infinite chances at this

Aug 23 • 

Naila

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there’s a god

just as all the righteous do will be rewarded The wicked — don’t worry — will be judged hear these the poet’s words: illicit bread is of no benefit…

Aug 19 • 

Naila

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pretend night

dipping

Aug 10 • 

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May 2025

it comes apart in the mouth

For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love.

May 5 • 

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January 2025

above love

I mean, should I, can I, take that into account when I am in love?

Jan 25 • 

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December 2024

small

I am for you what you want me to be at the moment you look at me in the way you’ve never seen me before: at every instant.

Dec 8, 2024 • 

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June 2024

thoughts

It’s been awhile

Jun 23, 2024 • 

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April 2024

redundant

Verily, the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Apr 30, 2024 • 

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tempest

I write in lieu of love, to fill that empty space above death

Apr 15, 2024 • 

Naila

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porosity

I had wanted to eliminate every root I had in her, even the deepest… so I could become me and detach myself from her.

Apr 9, 2024 • 

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March 2024

persistence in heaviness

And as for us soothsayers… we see things the way they are, without any illusions.

Mar 23, 2024 • 

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