Category: poetry
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You’re so fucking dumb.
I didn’t mean to hurt you;
You know I love you.
(September 13, 2026)
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this is where we part
which was not the line
I meant to write down
but the one I remembered
the last time you walked away
(September 12, 2026)
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I knew nothing of them myself.
Yet, like a gnostic in the desert,
My life reassured they were there.
And there were answers, this was true.
If I could find the right book, the secret
would slip out like a ferret in the dark.
Often I would scan the library shelves,
tracing down titles hinting at arcana,
some outline of the occluded moon.
If I could’ve, I would have left it alone,
but I did what I felt compelled to do:
my only complaint, my only lie.
(September 10, 2026)
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We extrapolate darkness
as if somehow we can trace
a way past the next horizon
with the sun always settingperpetually on the edge
of our small redemptions.
While no confession’senough to encompass
the ease of complicity,
there is no life without guilt,no guilt without awareness:
the sparrow will always fall,
as once will we all in timesimultaneously with the sun.
(September 4, 2026)
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