Tag: self-love
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self-effaced
It’s not about you. It’s about me, always. This is me: hopelessly lost, hopelessly self-consumed in irrational ideas about how if I knew you, then I would know myself. It’s been hard pinning down my existence, so I try to find a you to define, someone to know forwards and backwards, looking for the possibility I’ve been effaced…
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To the Daughter I May or May Not Have Some Day
Every curve on your body reads like unpublished poetry, understand, the public isn’t ready for your static electricity, a transient spark of beauty of which Death’s envy destroys by violence in your prime. In spite of the crimes against you, you must never forget, you are sublime.
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