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Poems For Grace.
Poems For Grace.
My eyes contemplated you and the chaos that was stirred up was deeper than
all of the ocean precipices.
Your placid smile unleashead so much serotonine that the Tsar Bomba was
virtualy nothing in comparison.
This bursting was more stunning, more startling than the birth of a star, than
the death of a supernova or the demise of humanity itself:
All inextinguishable constelations collapsed.
My shaking made you cry; you didn't know that my every movement was to
be forever yours.
I shaped your expression. I wanted to inhabit your very own sight so I
wouldn't have to leave you, but you left and I was lost.
Where should I now look for the precipices you didn't give me?
Oh God, my soul!
Is it that you only see in me what you have desired in the past? The fragile and
pallid thoughts that don't match my features?
You justify everything with pretexts of intimacy, but don't I fully belong to
you?