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poem
Jazmyn 2022-09-10 09:45:13
Every night I empty my heart But by morning it's full again Slowly, droplets of you seep in through fragrance of reminiscene At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us And aching pleasure that gives me no respite Love cannot be contained Obscure courtship of cowardice is painted on the wrapper Expecting to be unveiled whereas no consequence for spoony, clumsy awaiting The neat packaging of desire split asunder Spilling crimson through my days Long Languishing Days that are bruised with tender yearning Fading away as time elapses
Extended Reading
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Leyla: [to her mother] I'm gay!
Sam: [enters] I'm home!
[pauses]
Sam: What did I miss?
Leyla: I'm gay.
Sam: But I've only been gone two hours!
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[Yasmin comes downstairs in an "I Can't Think Straight" t-shirt]
Yasmin: [to her concerned father, regarding her mother] Don't worry, she won't get it.
Maya: Get what?
Yasmin: Nothing.