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6/26/24 10:21pm
You may struggle to admire the tree-blistering love inside of me
a self-inflicted ache between each rib
but I’ll write it out each morning before you wake
A trumpet of the things I would do with the whites of your eyes
wiping away a canvas’ promise and a fistful of
declarations Ideas I can’t seem to put in tune
Just a lapful more water than we thought
snug in two-tone keys
drawn together as friends acquaintances peas and crosspaths
never eyes and ears
never loving like lovers
Wounds baked in cherry-etched dishes but it tastes like
everything I’ve ever wanted to say you’ve wanted to hear
Curling streams of forgotten loves
I could never forget your sunrise poem
Three lines to keep you fed
Trees blossom or blister in gravesites next to our bed
Will you come to admire the unknown knowledge I’ve carved in our walls
if the whites in my eyes are no longer red
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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