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Morning blossoms in the daze I’m in.
She tries to hide, I don’t know why…
Yet I see where she is: Under the covers
like my bed is not mine but all hers.
Light touches me; Not in the mood for light.
In darkness where I truly shine, she knows,
I rest my life inside her hair and there I dream.
Let space be shared, in it I barely move.
Not tied, but of my own free will:
I offer to you all, yet you deny, I see,
the same you want to offer me.
But honestly, here is my truth:
Today, can we forget this power play?
I’m facing you, to say:
A numbered name is what I crave.
So… will you be kind?
And leave all of your love behind?

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The hopeful and the hopeless want the same thing
when they go downtown at nighttime.
Downtown,
everyone’s afraid of making eye contact,
and the stray dogs don’t bark because they know
that nobody cares.
An old lady holds a rosary and sells roses on a street corner.
On the opposite corner a fire breathing clown performs
and makes enough to support his drug habit.
All the puddles here are filled with last week’s rain…
Downtown is where she resides.
The faceless woman who has my heart.
Downtown it’s all fun and games
until you wake up in the morning…
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Lips lightly touch before they kiss,
still hesitant…
Until love’s scent breaks
their resistance.
No thoughts, just experience.
The taste of connection,
in desire’s pure intention.
(A small break for air,
taken in your hair)
Then into it again, we blend,
hearts soothed…
In sworn secrecy, tongued sorcery…
You make me feel so powerful,
and I want to use all of my power
on you, slowly…

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My heart belongs
to everyone
but me, it seems…
I’ve left it in
so many different
places…
Even given it
to strangers…
Even offered it
to ones that are
anonymous…
My heart is lost…
Where is
my heart?
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Who is that being
staring back at me
in the clearest of mirrors?
With eyes that don’t seem
to look out, but to look in…
With eyes more colored sky
than the sky…
Away from everything,
I start to meditate:
The challenges of change;
Of a different view every day;
People become cold
when you no longer
fit their mold…
I’m not who you think I am
anymore, and I’ll never be…
Yet it’s still me…
Fated to evolve,
not resisting it at all…
Self love kept alive,
when it could have died…
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What a web of words I weave,
set on catching your attention,
with just the right amount of tension,
so that you won’t want to leave…
Is this a spiritual connection,
or just a chemical reaction?
Desire pushing me to action,
craving physical sensations…
There’s nothing wrong
with a little love,
but can we ever have enough?
Maybe this’ll be the time…
It won’t (or will it?) hurt us if we try…
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Under a tree’s shade, I sit and contemplate
the landscape. Color’s change, like the sun’s
shape. Automatic breathing, my feelings
mirror what I’m seeing. Dizzy flowers sway,
been high all day. Caught up in fantasies again,
and fake promises of Zen. But slowly
coming back to realness, and true stillness.
I prefer the city anyway, what more can I say?
Can’t really go wrong, where I truly belong.
Writing this at night, under a lamp’s light.
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The moon loves me more than she loves the stars,
and licks my scars. It’s late but not too late.
I’m alone. I wait. Knowing no one’s coming…
From inside my room, the wind outside sounds
like ghost voices.
Just some night noises.
Earlier, when the sun was around,
a pretty girl texted me:
“Can I pick you up?” she said.
“Sorry, I’m busy.” I said.
Just not interested.
Anyway…

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Shapeshifting in complete stillness
they move without moving
while pulling daydreams from idle minds.
There is no better place to rest one’s sight
than on these formless, sizeless, symbols
of far-awayness in slow flight. Untouchable
water bearers forever absorbing each other
guided by the wind; I’ve seen them
looking like your lips that I live
craving and longing to kiss…

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Soft elastic cotton rounds her waist

and rests between her legs.

Whitish gray the color of damp clouds

that rain anticipates.

Moist and sticky like sweet honey

slowly drips and leaves a trail.

Greatly heating up my mind and body

which I cannot fail.

Left with, but, few choices

what I’m choosing is to let it be.

So, no pleasure this time,

I will just conserve my energy.

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So I absolutely loved The Secret History when I read it. So much so that I went ahead and got The Little Friend. I was very excited about reading it, and I became very interested in Donna Tartt as an artist as well. Saw all of her interviews on Youtube and whatnot... I even read David Copperfield by Charles Dickens (Which I absolutely loved) because of how much Donna praised him...

To say that I am disappointed with The Little Friend is an understatement. I think it is probably the biggest disappointment in terms of books that I have ever had. I don't want to speak badly of Donna Tartt, because I respect her, I really do, but I am slightly irritated that I wasted my time on this book. Has

Two beauties stand in shallow sea

Water so clear, almost non-existent

They embrace and kiss quietly

The air around them sleeps

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Hi everyone. I'm new to this community. I just recently discovered Donna Tartt's writing, I read The Secret History and loved it. Because I saw an interview of Donna talking about Dickens, I read David Copperfield which I loved as well. Then I started reading The Little Friend which i'm reading now and I am halfway though. I am just wondering if this book every picks up? So far it's been slow, too slow for my liking, and i'm getting a bit bored by it. I am definitely going to finish reading it, just wondering if anyone can tell me (without spoilers) If the story picks up at all? Because nothing seems to be happening, there are no peaks in the story, it's all been more or less the same. Anywa

You are a maze without a map to guide me to your center where there is a flower that I want to hold and smell and touch.

I’d be so lost inside of you but I would love it more than being here, outside, where nothing is as beautiful.

But before I venture in, there is something that I will request to make this whole experience more meaningful.

Whisper all your secrets to me which I will transform into what will adorn you better than anything else could ever.

So will you let me in, sweet labyrinth? Now that you know what my intentions are, I'm ready and prepared and I’m not scared…

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