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they make a poet out of me
my lover is a poet
not just with their words
but with their gaze
with the touch of their skin
and their lips on mine
my lover creates poetry just by breathing
poetry of the world
and poetry out of me
in a way i can't believe
(for fear that they may leave)
my lover makes a poet out of me
for i see stars in their gaze
and warmth in their smile
they're lovely
and i want to compose them
for the poet that they are
but they, like a galaxy...
indescribable
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
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The forest grew weary in the night. The mist rested upon the ground as dew and not even the crickets chirped, and if one looked closely enough at the trees, no ants crawled across them. And it was for one reason only. One man only.
I woke in that night, in the silence so unbearable and so oppressive that not even the wind gave off a whisper. I woke far from my bed on the cold, damp ground, naked.
As I raised my eyes and cautiously stood, I laid gaze upon a silhouette that stood not ten feet from me. He stood still and he stood silent. Whether he was looking at me or away from me, I couldn't tell. Not a breath passed his lips, not a waver we
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What's Prde?...just joking, its good 