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Those moments when he got to hold her hand,
When he felt how soft and warm it was.
The bittersweet moments when he had to say goodbye,
And relished how horrible a kisser she was.
.
Those moments under the stars,
When she was alone and able to breathe.
The moments where she couldn't see,
And didn't need to,
Because she knew all she needed to know.
..
Those moments with one another,
Before they could no longer be together,
Those moments--
More precious than gold.
When he felt how soft and warm it was.
The bittersweet moments when he had to say goodbye,
And relished how horrible a kisser she was.
.
Those moments under the stars,
When she was alone and able to breathe.
The moments where she couldn't see,
And didn't need to,
Because she knew all she needed to know.
..
Those moments with one another,
Before they could no longer be together,
Those moments--
More precious than gold.
Literature
The Rememberers
The apple core glared back at them, bruised
and ill-tempered, as they sorted
the forgotten memories in Airport Lounge.
The bell tower was combed up and down,
but it was the river that hid the memories’
rememberers and carried them away.
Mouldy tomatoes were organized by
degree of destruction, and the lasagna
was read like an open book.
“I bound my taste buds to the avocado’s
flesh, willing them to be one.”
“I return every day to mourn
the trampled, muddy grass.”
“I walked softly to the edge
of the empty bandshell and
hummed a lullaby for the sleeping,
bare-limbed trees.”
“I taped
Literature
The Streets Looked Different
The streets looked different, And the winds they didn't howl, Every single step I took, Was coupled with a scowl. And the streets felt different, They lost all memory, Somehow.
Literature
the.concept
prose ? poem ?
... nonsense.
a story can be told either way.
also via photography !
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