Poems from hchamet
Your hands fit so neatly around stones
and your fingers slide so easily into dirt
amazing how fresh the Earth feels
when you look into...
Even our tears have lost their luster
and out of my foggy recollection
I try to pull happiness
but time is static in our world
and now is...
Your body was not meant to be a battlefield
nor your vertebrates land mines
war does not belong on your fingernails
but the spaces between...
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All I want to be
is your confidant
the receptacle
of your drifting thoughts
snatched from the air
in moments of weakness
your words are...