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Aug 12 Nick

We Were Always Ember

Aug 12 Nick

Pho

We Were Always Ember

We burned
not out of hatred
but hunger.
Not to vanish
but to become
smoke
in the same wind.

Aug 12 Nick

The Fog Beneath Skin

Aug 12 Nick

Pho

The Fog Beneath Skin

It clings
a velvet fog inside my chest,
sweet with rot,
syrup-slow and
darker than bone.

I dance,
light candles,
run toward the sun
still it hums
like a second heartbeat
that forgot how to stop.

Aug 12 Nick

Celestial Garden

Aug 12 Nick

Pho

Celestial Garden

You smiled,
and suddenly,
the night bloomed
softly
as if the stars
had always been flowers.

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