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YouInventedMe

Published: Sep 11, 2016

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Literature Text

I am here

all eyes for
inner ears
and sympathetic
(nerve/endings)

sorry
for your pain

a shade of ashamed
to be
drinking this you in
while you
are drowning
you
are

a place I've been before

unsure

of
the comfort in
shared songs

of
strangers existing

strange
but I'm still listening

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Nullibicity

Dec 15, 2018

This reads like a melody. The sounds and rhythms you string together are phenomenal, giving an example of how language can be musical. It's also a dear response to a friend. Both create this dialogue speaking of memory and phantoms... it was something I just felt pressed to comment on. Lovely work.

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