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Mulitdicipinary Writer
Category: Poetry
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I am pleased you’re present too. I am tender againwith you sat next to meat the coffee shop thatwe love so dearly. I think you’d forgottenor eaten that avo-chicken sandwich I’d grabbedyou from the place around the corner. What may come,I am thrilled to seeelegantly unfold before me. You may be the death of me…
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Honey,that’s what it tasted likewhen you kissed me in your hotel room; like honeyon an aircraftwhere the airis so thinit makes my headlight. Loving youmade me feel that high. You mademy lonely forget itself. You mademe believehome was neithera place nora person. Before leaving,I wanted to tell you:of all the places you have been,I wanted…
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I don’t like milk only with coffeeand mainly inround cups thatremind meof the directionmy head spins inwhen youtalk to me. My head,and heartretired whenyou almostkissedmein the street. My kneesrefuse tohold my bodyin protest thatyoushould beholding me. I want my bodynext to your bodywith nobodyaround. Won’t youmove intomy heart? I wantto forgeteverybodythat rented itbefore you.
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My fortune cookie told melove is the only true adventureand I understood then how I never wanted to arrive anywhere but the moment I met you. I remember wanting to builda home there, when you calledme for the first time. I couldn’t sleep for days thinkingthis is probably what everybody elsedreams of when they dream of love. …
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What I would wear for youBesides my heart on my Sleeve, I don’t know. What things I would say,I forget the minuteYou say the sweet thingsYou say often. Where this will go,What road we’ll follow,Excites me. Every street signIn the city of my heartHolds directionsFor you to findWhat you came hereSearching for. There in the place…
Dali 