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by ~kLiT-sHyIn my bedroom, I want to bring a man with old boxers
and new ideas about: spirits above the bus roof, anteaters which used to walk Palawan.
I want to bring him in and his childhood nostalgia, his favorite stuffed toy
which he rubbed on the ear for him to fall asleep. I want to bring him in:
down on my skin, smelling the anxiety, the saltiness, the beauty, the lies and
the scent of sweat like vapor of something lost and redeemed.
He'd be surprised of how I managed to keep old snail mails, a few cobwebs,
smell of wine on the pillow and some crumbs of slumber on my nape.
In my bedroom, I want to stand beside the wide-open windows with a man
that has half-closed eyes, like perfect eyebrows shielding the eyes from
everything that associates fear, discourage and dirty politics.
I want him in, tell him about how my mother never slept on my bed
since I started to write scribbles and how sometimes, I feel like architecture
and crumbling meant the same when I turn the lamp off and create a burrow
that transports me to the ideal world where half of the earth are poets and
half are hungry winged beasts.
In my bedroom, we'll just lie lazy like two bodies in an open highway,
talking not facing each other, and anytime soon the laws of gravity
will just crack out of ripeness
we will kiss without thinking about the toothbrushes standing beside
the glasses near the kitchen sink.
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see life in puddles
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see life in puddles
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Behold! I am that which must always overcome itself. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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see life in puddles
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Behold! I am that which must always overcome itself. - Friedrich Nietzsche
If you've been wondering what I've been up to lately... [link] you can find me <----back there
by the way, random sharing--- [link]
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see life in puddles