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i'm in love with your name. i love the way it travels in my mouth. i can taste it, it's lingering on my tongue. i wonder how many people keep your name in their prayers. i wonder how many people hear your name in their nightmares. i remember how your name created my own personal eclipse.
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i remembered how i watched the past in my mind, as if i was watching a low definition movie. i remembered how your voice echoed in those possibly meaningful words.
a long time ago, i imagined you and me lying on the sand next to each other, talking about everything.
I remember it.
i'm in love with your name. i love the way it travels in my mouth. i can taste it, it's lingering on my tongue. i wonder how many people keep your name in their prayers. i wonder how many people hear your name in their nightmares. i remember how your name created my own personal eclipse.
(&)
i remembered how i watched the past in my mind, as if i was watching a low definition movie. i remembered how your voice echoed in those possibly meaningful words.
a long time ago, i imagined you and me lying on the sand next to each other, talking about everything.
I remember it.
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mornings
sunday.
the croissant crumbles in my fingers
buttery flakes drift towards mismatched
china
and your lips are stained with
strawberry jam.
monday.
sleep clings to your eyes
like a shadow
and i watch you breathe, while
i trace your collarbone with
tired fingers.
tuesday.
we wake before the alarm
and count how many times the
neighbor's dog barks
before she finally lets him in.
your soft laugh blends perfectly into
the early morning sun.
wednesday.
your fingers trace the curve
of my spine
the old window rattles
in the wind
and i press my cold toes against your leg.
thursday.
half asleep
i mumble how the faded, flower
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Saltwater Rainstorm
It was raining the day you died.
The heavens opened up
to
let you in
and strip you of your black coat
your cool eyes
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rain
i never see her cry
just laugh, because nothing's ever touched her
and sometimes i want to ask how
how it doesn't hurt -
to see the bugs in her locker
to realise that no one wants to sit with her
because she's different.
she dies when they feed her a handful of nuts,
pushing it down her throat all the while
knowing about the allergy, about
the choking
and the swelling of the throat.
that smile stays on her face, and in her eyes
till someone closes them gently.
later, i ask him - the eye-closer
how it didn't hurt her -
to be mocked, and pushed
he smiles.
'i'd like to think it was me.'
that night i dream
of a gi
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I remember it
And dublin in a rainstorm
And sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm
I remember it
Every restless night
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right
Then we moved
Stolen from our very eyes
And i wondered where you went to
Tell me when did the light die
~
Sinead O'Connor - Troy [link] <-- i suggest taking a visit.
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edw "i'm in love with your name. i love the way it travels in my mouth. i can taste it, it's lingering on my tongue." thymizeis ligo joyce mansour, an den exeis diavasei, diavase - tha s' aresei- (tinagapo).