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When she spurts her brine but your the shadow of a dream in their works hallway stairwell corridor on a Saturday evening
I could erase everything I had written
but my ideas would default the same.
my tongue has a palate for sickness
and it's scripted in the thought of your name.
but my ideas would default the same.
my tongue has a palate for sickness
and it's scripted in the thought of your name.
Published 21st Feb 2020
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21st Feb 2020 8:10pm
21st Feb 2020 8:12pm
God I hope you don't, erase, that is. I hate when writers do that. I understand and am not judging; but I hate it nonetheless. The truth of a poem is beautiful. And, like you said, erasing it doesn't change that. It only hides a truth which would touch others.
9th Apr 2021 4:43pm
coming back to this from my old account because when you write short poems you can say a hell of a lot in one go without any strain, that's something i've always admired in your poetry samael and i'm glad you've stuck around whether the imagery is dark or not
thanks for sharing :)
-ethan
thanks for sharing :)
-ethan
