→ we are most alive in dreams: memory #20

wearemostaliveindreams:

she watched the memory
of herself,
seal the coffin, with nails,
as big as railroad ties,
sharp and black, covered
from head to toe-
with the things i’ve said,
like barbed wire,
vines choking the trunk
of a once great tree.

i was great once,
flowering and majestic,
my limbs carrying the…

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once

wearemostaliveindreams:

i knew a man once,
but only once.

after him,
they all just seemed
like boys.

i knew a woman once,
but only once.

after her,
they all just seemed
like girls.

i knew people once,
but only once.

after them,
they all just seemed
like enemies.

i knew love once,
but only once.

after that,
it all just seemed
so fake.

i knew myself once,
but only once.

after that,
it all just seemed
so sad.

(via hiede)

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