

shivers and secrets.sticks and stones may break my bones, but you discovered the words that conducted my swaying organs, the words that cracked my palms and shook my breath and color-blinded my entire world.shivers and secrets.
i want to stretch out under the surface and find you again, find the words that made me believe in gasps and stutters and poetic meaning. i want to retrace my steps back to the beginning and discover how the moon can pour the silence that makes me coil and uncoil and slide my eyes through the naked future.
i want to hear you stretch out your fingers and press against the keys of ivory and black, i want to feel the music click and
Haji
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"Arguably, no artist grows up: If she sheds the perceptions of childhood, she ceases being an artist. ~Ned Rorem
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-"-"- Owl.
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