January 2012
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“There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence...”
– Carson Mccullers (via corona-borealis)
December 2011
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cosine.
the rise and fall of his chest, aching-
nerves, shaking.
the rise and fall of his body sliding into mine-
melting away time.
the rise and fall of the glowing sun,
quick to peak, but away it runs.
the fall, fall, fall,
of his love for me.
the rise, rise rise,
of my love for him.
rise. rinse. repeat.
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