pretty things
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Intimacy I
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≻: Intimacy II wake up to the sound of the ocean pulling away. SlowlyIt sucks away from my ears and leaves damp…
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Shooting
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≻: ShootingA man haunches over his tripod, aiming his camera where he thinks it would appear. He stares hard, neck collapsing,…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student IV
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IVWater -Robert Lowell It was a Maine lobster town—each morning boatloads of handspushed off for granitequarries on the islands, and…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student III
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IIIDespite and Still (my favourite lines) -Robert Graves We have been such as draw The losing straw — You of your gentleness, I…
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Streak of morning
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≻: Streak of morningA streetlight pulled its face away, As if in disgust. The morning today was Darker than usual. The sky padded…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student II
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IILost Love -Robert Graves His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he…
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