love poem
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Through Your Eyes People have spoken about my eyesfor as long as I can remember. They tell me it feels as thoughI am looking past the surface,past the practiced smiles,past the careful words. As though I can see somethingthey never intended to show. Some grow quiet beneath my gaze. Some look away. Some laugh nervouslyand…
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I have never believed in tomorrow. People speak of it as though it waits beyond the horizon,a place we are destined to arrive,but I have lived long enough to know better. There is only now. The breath in my lungs.The rain against the window.The ache in my chest. Everything else is memory. By the time…
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Moonlight I talked with the devil at midnight, Heart in pieces, worn thin with despair. I cursed and I wept while he listened, Bottle in hand as he pulled up a chair. A grin touched his lips as he studied me. “I can make all that suffering end.” He poured out two shots and held…
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I miss your eyes, loveand the way they look at melike I am something wonderfulsomeone I never dreamed I’d be I miss your voice, belovedand the way you say my namelike the word is somehow preciousI will never be the same I miss your touch, my dearestand your lips’ soft touch on minethe way the…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 