topaz winters

Joined April 2019

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Bio

19, poet. it is a glory & a privilege to love what death cannot touch. homeland, thoughtstream, grid.

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Points of Faith
When you are as lonely as this, every month smells like a vending machine, cards in a deck, you can never come all the way back. The whole damn calendar is
By topaz winters5 years ago in Poets
Before
the miracle of existence ishow memory is made half of things misremembered my father in his childhood danced the checkered land-scape of his own intelligence
By topaz winters5 years ago in Poets
Lovesong to Vernal Equinox, Standard Time
Trillions of beautiful things but just one you.& isn’t that miraculous, the earth giving upits glory in springtime. Choral & dimpled.The longest night is passed, meaning willcome again sooner than any of us want toadmit. Every last bud smells like what we’velost. I love you right now & this does notmean I won’t ever love anything else, it
By topaz winters5 years ago in Poets