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Julian Dorothea Sep 2011
she speaks

(a book
sandwiched in)

between ahs,

(pageschaptersvolumes
of bookmarks)

her words drown in
the syllable,

her

ah…
         …

                    ah..
                      ideas

are uh…



nothingbut


spaces.

overshadowed
hidden

is her voice
and the ideas that no one else has

stolen.
matt r Jun 3
wave,cresting
       ,only
      falling
       since,
it was always
  
new.
  Deep Blue,
i am unfound
in swimming
  You,

fingers,finding
   nothingbut
platonic
           seaweed,

feet,trying
     ,kickingthe
  crystal
                crust

of her,gorgeous,
dipping
         membrane.

Love, i just want
    to kiss You
          ,& i am so
turbulent in
             waiting,

   God.

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