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annh Feb 2021
๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ-๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ,
๐ด ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘;
๐‘€๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘‘, ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ-๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก,
๐ด ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘.

ยง

I dฮนe ั‚o ั•leep,
I ั•leep ั‚o dฮนe,
I dreฮฑะผ ั‚o lฮนve,
Aษดd wฮฑฤธe ั‚o cry;

Teฮฑrั• oา“ loั•ั•,
Teฮฑrั• oา“ ั•ะฝฮฑะผe,
Reษขreั‚ reั•olveั•,
To ั‚ฮฑฤธe ั‚ะฝe ะฒlฮฑะผe.
A miscellany.

โ€˜What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.โ€™
- Haruki Murakami, After the Quake
Torin Mar 2020
From the grand expanse of the sky
To the unreached depth of the sea
Every stone, every tree
Every bone, every seed
That I know is hard to fathom
But somehow you must believe

Pathways right through the middle of town
Lead directly to an open door
But we were not worried that the rain was falling
No we were not worried if the rain was falling

Sometimes dealing with the truth is painful
But in the truth there is love
Every word despite the world
Every word and each heart beat
That I know is not so simple
But somehow you must believe

Arrow shot forth in a million different ways
Aimed directly at your heart
And a moment you could feel that the rain was falling
Take a moment we can feel the way the rain is falling
The rain is falling
felt cute, why not?
SassyJ Mar 2016
You rub my back as I run
Your tides storm for me
Watching my back as I chase
Fighting my demons as I trap

Your all open for me as I shatter
Your essence webbed on my matter
A shelter watching my hands as I wave
Vigilant of the witch in me mixing portions

How can I make it a perfect match?
Mould your breath as you dream
Surrender by the aisle and claim you
Create the Eden, imagined fruitful orchard

How can I lie close to you and captivate?
Melt in your shores as we feel and rotate
Blend harmoniously in sane sensitivities
Calm and coil in real passionate romance

Could our entwinement be the armageddon?
A forbidden and delinquent spice mashed
Too much pain that time itself cannot erase
An immortal evanescence of my mortality
As I trudge through this
mashed potato snow. I feel
that it needs more salt.
haiku

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