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I need a word beyond friendship, a feeling that conveys my wants from you, my needs. Do not be mistaken. I do not wish to taint what we have or take it far beyond; I only hope to catch it in my hands so that it cannot leave me.
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When I was younger I spent hours memorizing poetry, and when I was alone I would recite it back to myself. The gesture now seems so innocent. I simply indulged in poetry because I thought it was beautiful, and now I find that it's one of the few things that still comforts me.
Your worries give me false hope, and my disappointment leaves me numb.
"Your praise cuts me, because though I speak so easily of certain things, though I rush through ground that to you seems mined, it's only earth to me... I am so good at missing things. At making myself not see. I stand at a cliff's edge, and— hell.
I love you."
- Max Goldstone
The nightmare of my past still haunts me. Free me from this endless torture.
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Little snippets spotted at Commonwealth Books, Boston
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The Morgan Library, New York
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A lovely atmosphere…to be surrounded by books in a silent room.
Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War
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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
Andrea Gibson, Birthday
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George Seferis, translated by Rex Warner, from Poems translated from the Greek; "Argonauts,"
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My emotions feel so primal. They lunge around my ribcage as I struggle to maintain composure. Yet, when I try to free them, they choke me back into silence. My hands are left to fill the gaps my words could never.
I want my presence to fade your loneliness away. You crave an obsessive friendship with no expectation on how to fill each other's lives, and my heart swells at the chance to fulfill it. Even if your desires are impulsive I would cherish that fleeting feeling of being needed by you.