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“every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.”
― Warsan Shire
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"Then she smiles, like it’s
the first time she’s seen sun
after a decade of winters."
the first time she’s seen sun
after a decade of winters."
— Emma Cameron, “Cinnamon Rain” (via perfect)
(Source: weltenwellen, via lifeinpoetry)
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"Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much."
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much."
— Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” in The Paris Review (Winter 2006, No. 179); later published as “No Forgiveness Ode” in Bender: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)
(Source: lucybiederman, via apoetreflects)