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I am tethered to you by a mortal cord,
the premise of fertility,
and the passage of time.

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chaos nebula.

a gale, a blizzard, a tornado,
tear the earth, upside down,
carnage in the roads snarl,
and like flies swatted,
by a human hand,
in quick succession stars fall,
in the distant sky, a murmur resounds,
humans, how fickle, how fraught with peril,
perhaps if I made them..., ah, never mind,
the night is lit up,
another star explodes, a black hole,
is left in it's place,
the origin wonders,
what's one star, in the presence of a galaxy?

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melodies and pancakes.

It's an April morning, outside chilly. The frost creeping on the sides of my duvet. Outside I can hear the patter of a drizzle. How sublime, the cacophony of rain. My eyes flutter, darting across the room. Trying to ascertain what time of the day it is. You can't tell with a cloudy sky. Lazily, I turn. You are asleep beside me. When did you become the big spoon in the night? I ask myself. My eyes find your eyelids in the dark of a moody morning. And you stir so slightly. How ethereal. Your eyes twitch as if synchronized to mine. You turn. And I turn with you. You are a specimen, and I a scientist. We are in a lab and I'm watching you. How profound. The small of your back embedded in mine. And all my guard is let down. I'm falling, in a dream, but falling towards you. I'm stuck in your grace. And I don't want to wake up from this.

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I am a book,
I open myself for you to read,
But you still can't read me.

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Apparently yesterday was international writers day and my people, we've come afar ?. Put some heart reactions on this mf cuz we going further ⚡.

I see love in the circles all around me,
And wonder if love sees me too.

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awareness.

These days it feels like I'm being watched a lot. The actions I take, the plans I make. It feels like I'm being judged. And the watchers are projecting their expectations on me. On the paths I walk, the passersby observe. What will he do seeming to ask. Their questioning gazes follow my direction. Like they've known me before. How what I do is unimpressive. It feels like I'm confined to a lab. Scientists loom over me peering at and noting my moves. How I react to their gazes. I run to the corners of the lab to hide, but the walls are transparent. I hear their sighs, like I failed them. I'm just a regular, like the others before me. And the role is passed, from one group of watchers to another. Their eyes agonizing over me, boring holes on me again. How long, I ask myself. How long before I disappoint them too?

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