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intimacy becomes a public toilet
as your eyes grow bigger or
multiply – flush with tenderness
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horizontal metaphysics, an accident
while waiting
to come clean*
A-void-dances
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cause & occurrence, two different
coins, alleys, winds*
feelings are heart’s plural ideology
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This city is a lazy lady
with a see-through dress
of stanzas.*
The distance between my thought and
the moment you read this could be an
optical illusion. Are you ready?*
Life is what’s left after saying
good bye to childhood.*
a mental playground
to contemplate
the steps of trust*
Real solitude lies in the credence
of the impossibility of outer perception. Feed
with your inside hands. -
Puslenghea Bogdan
Art: Claire Palmer