Fifty two avenues
Ring low that solemn sound.
You grab me, when I sneeze
Like a bad, stew-peed hound.
I won't be scared to soar
Because you will catch me.
When the sky spits a roar
I'll be you, you'll have me.
Fifty two boulevards
Tweak my heart, and I smile,
For you're my leotards
Let us dance, love goes a-mile
You hold me, I'll hold you,
Worry not, I'll take you.

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I find the lost solitary star more refulgent than the easy close glint ones.

It's easy to see things for what they closely appear to be, but I crave to dig behind the skin. I crave to dance inside the rooms behind your voice.

So if you want to show me your world, show me where the lights are dimmer. Show me your twilit. Dawn is too clear not to feel.

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pitch-dark nights/

by authur michael tupu

I sit under trees sketching
the things that could've been
on the black and white canvas
five light years away.

you jog my memory,
to a place I once knew,
and whisper whistles
in the pitch dark,

of stabbing words winding
down my chest chirping
gurgling sounds that
reverberate 'round
the weeping chest.

a chest-
of empty drawers drawn
silhouettes hollowing out
everything I once knew,
I'm beginning to hate even
the beautiful things.

you whisper out
whirling songs waving
at mosaics and frescoes
fuming in situ for-ever
because they couldn't dance

but I enjoy, I actually do—
for a little while when
you're caliginous, when
the twigs and sprigs dance,

moving in sync with the world,
the sky and the oceans,
and yet two things
remain unbothered
—peace and silence.
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I often loved the idea
of sitting in a corner,
folded like a fatherless kid,
befriending the wrong spiders

then I learnt to love
my white fragrance,
quoted in black,
in a colorful wilderness,
lonely like an undiscovered tulip

but now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
befriending assonance,
together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb

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