

Dearest MM,Dearest M
Its cold outside. Im standing in a state of flux, with one foot on the pavement, and the other lifted three inches off of the white marble floor. The contrast between the bitter wind and the heat from within buttressing outwards is confusing my skin: I should act before it dries and begins to flake off. But I suppose it would make a good excuse for a facial.
Recently Ive begun to wonder why it took us so long to become close, because, with everyone else, it just instantly clicked. Youre thrown into this new place, away from friends and family, trying to discover who you are and what you st


love as soundcuban salsa beats and dulcet sea breezes swift, full, unfurling the regal palm branches ocean waves (the only perpetual motion) we've come to know: all sounds, like your gentle breaths that i cannot regret; we're "in the waiting line" with a log crackling in the hearth (your heart pound- ing in your chest) & the stale rumble of a quiet room, a challenge, a chance, a change in the rush of blood in my ears, a gurgle in my gut-- suddenly silent. love is the sound we couldn't hearlove as sound


the fatal flawthere comes a point, (quite suddenly my friend) when your morning coffee begins to tastethe fatal flaw
like hand soap and polyethylene, and even your vanilla bean cappuccino decides to don bitter-flavoured robes that its thickly-textured beard (of whipped-cream) can no longer disguise
the hour when your cherished Chilean alpaca bathrobe--abruptly--fails: itself in tatters, yourself vulnerable to the frigid, stale, dormitory air impersonally billowing up between your legs and breasts and calling to attention the baby hairs on your back in some acerbic Reveillé
irony,


Dear ScottScott,Dear Scott
What do I know of love? I recognize its inevitable prognosis: heartbreak. I recognize the symptoms of this second stage of the disease: heartburn--my doctor says it's the acid reflux, but I'm inclined to disagree--a charlie horse, and receeding gums. You, Scott, have brought me oesophagaeal scarring, sensitive teeth and a brief glimpse of the world a cynic like me should never have been able to sneak through the periscope of love.
The irony of it all is that, you, Scott, are none the worse for wear, while I'm curled up in the fetal position--not crying, because cying is for the weak, for those who cannot comp
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For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
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mmm te quiero
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how did you find me???
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Without Wax,
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Look into my face, what do you see?
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i write poetry myself, and quite the nice gallery you have here.
keep it up.
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means a lot to me
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