Poems from MyDearOuroboros

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Student, writer, usually suffering from writer's block, easily obsessed. Usually write in English, but sometimes also Latin or German.
Was it weakness to wantThe warmth of a bedBlankets wrapped aboutQuiet scent of fresh sheetsNo whispers, no shouts;To want a lull in the...
two girls on a train platformstanding just enough apart;they could be anything buti've seen the smile they shareonce in a clean glass...
When I was little,Barely beginning to walk through the worldGrinning as I skipped and jumped and playedYou called me "Little Lady" and...
My head feels clumsy, cluttered, cloudedwith mumbles and smoke, thicker than a magic showears plugged, mouth slack, sound flowingrushing...
The first time I saw her,I was ten, and the sky had just started to fall.There were sirens in the air,And I kept looking around for red...

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