Poems by D.

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  • it’s the sound of
    tin under muffled...

  • Basura (1) 3

    Suppose this broken bodied man
    once dreamt in avalanches of colour...

  • The campfire is comforting;
    our palms are warmed...

  • it stirs
    in the deepest...

  • I still find comfort
    in the way you run your fingers...

  • it clings to your skin,
    woven through the wool...

  • I am looking for something
    I don't know or remember existing...

  • Chrysalis (5) 6

    The sunrise is blushing pink,
    seeping through gaps in the curtains...

  • Cocoon (3) 3

    Sometimes
    I desire myself...

  • Is there a weakness
    in caring so much...

  • butterflies
    made a tomb of...

  • From a murky window, I watch you disappear
    Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...