I cannot think straight and am caught in shame;
when you are good to me, I think you're cursed
And I still love you when you do your worst.
CATULLUS 75
I cannot think straight and am caught in shame;
when you are good to me, I think you're cursed
And I still love you when you do your worst.
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Had to be a London poem
LONDON Night in a city that has licked its wounds Two thousand years. And curls around its kits Feeding and grooming heroes cowards wits Lovers and…
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What it says
ON LIGHT Sentience basks where crystals just reflect. Blind kittens stretch and mew into the sun Soft pressure on their skin. There's straight lines…
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A poem sort of about science
LORENZO ON LANIAKEIA A feather or a skeleton of leaf A spiderweb that blows in breeze when torn Out on the edge of nothing we are born Blue void's…
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