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Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion

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Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

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Gregory Orr, from ‘Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence’

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the need to be loved

without regret or the feeling of not being enough

hurts more than loneliness itself.

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This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

-Osamu Dazai

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

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Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

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Surround yourself with people who see your value, and remind you of it.

Unknown

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sometimes i wonder what i’d do

if all my words were counted, and i was told i only have a few hundred left

when i was young and dumb, i believed i’d go mute. protect and cherish the defining characteristic of myself.

i know now that i’d use them all on you.

i’d create a melody for you, my belamour.

a final elegy.

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the feeling of your lips against my skin fills my heart to the brim.

if a picture is worth a thousand words, imagining your touch is a gallery. a museum of adoration.

never before have i felt a love so fulfilling as this.

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your eyes.

i see it in your eyes.

it's not the same.

you're happier.

it hurts, it burns, like you're pushing the stub of a cigarette straight through my heart.

but I love the pain.

it’s a drug, flowing through my veins mercilessly.

you're my drug.

i hate the way you look at her. i remember when you looked at me like that.

maybe you were just staring straight through me.

but you're happier now.

your eyes are brighter, grin wider, laugh louder and your smile.

fuck, your smile.

i swear, it's contagious.

you love her.

I love you.

and i’m drowning.

but that's okay.

i’m glad you're happy.

even if it means it's killing me slowly.

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I hear the dreams of old friends and lovers, dreams whose heartbeats break me open.

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“I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you. ”

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.

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finally, i put down my pen.

for how could i ever write when the memory of you bleeds along with the ink?

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dime que me amas en tu lengua materna.

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9.

-my poem

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MUSINGS ON THE INHERENT VALUE OF HUMAN BEINGS Inspired by [x].