*edit: They'd been diverted into scraps! And this made them not show up on my profile! Grr. Anyway, fixed now.*
Turtle

Self-imposedThis withdrawal -Self-imposed
- My abstinence -
Is bitter absinthe.
My hands shake and clasp My flames are focused My legs twist, crossing Every movement Sets off sensation Hard heat and hunger.
I endure exile.
Paradoxically I run and wander miles To waste energy Trying to ignore
But by wasting, build -
Sensations, oh, more...
The scents I perceive In shadowy woods,
Wet waving grasses... Stairways and corners Even crested hills. Where I had conquests.
Shiver, and be st


To Seamus HeaneyWhat matter That I would read your work and be touched And you would almost certainly Never see mine?To Seamus Heaney
What matter
That the only way it is glanced at
Is if its surrounded by lewd images My selling of my temporary skin?
What matter
If in a small way I love you And you will never know it
For who focuses on one raindrop in a storm?
What matter anything at all?
| I like too-big hoodies and spicy food. Talking about myself makes me feel in turns uncomfortable, boastful, silly, and happy. I reckon people don't hug each other enough. Feel free to say hi. |
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Whatever it is, do it. Do it, before you're dead.
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Sed quis custodet ipsos custodes?
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Whatever it is, do it. Do it, before you're dead.
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..escape with me from cold reality, into a dream..
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Usque adeo ne
Scire tuum nihil est, nisi te scire hoc sciat alter?
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Sed quis custodet ipsos custodes?
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