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what is your favourite word?
what turns you on? what turns you off?
what sound or noise do you love?
what is your favorite curse word?
what profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

what has turned your life around?

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just as i was dreaming he was kissing me weak
he called and that’s called perfect timing

i’d like to show you something, he said

(damn his voice)

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веднъж като бях малка и баба ме слагаше да спя
й казах че искам да е само ден и че нощта няма смисъл
а тя каза,
като пораснеш ще мислиш друго и само ще чакаш да се стъмни

сега мисля и чакам

that’s it.

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear

so comes love

(e.e. cummings)

the fire is all that walks with me

what’s inside of you’s the same as me

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исках още. искам пак.

you hold it in your heart, leave the rest to me

inside out

how art communicates loneliness,
how art sometimes weighs too heavy and it hurts a lot
his is definite; it has a shape, a shadow, and sharp edges
he says it’s mostly death but he says it softly and
his heart must be as big as his hands

i’ve been inspired.

january

he said, do you mind if i call you that?
i said, i’ve been called worse things
he said, i’m sure

you look broken, she said
i feel broken, i said

i’ve never owned anything that
belonged to somebody who died

last call

мислех да пиша, обаче няма

в момента нямам какво повече да кажа

motherfucker

you make my stomach small
and my soul big
and my heart can’t hold all the majestic beauty
of your language

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fill this space with the words you need to read that i can’t write:

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i hope that helped.