Is it a fantastically unlaminated question set in flesh or valentine that wears the air as its apparel? If you cut a heart from parchment, is it still a heart? A nontrivial knot, where turns of every gradient may kiss and tell. Does the vessel have edges? Or is it all connectedness, an embedding to be stretched or bent. Imagine being simultaneously alive, bound in both directions with a bow! Is it diachronic, a phenomenon that changes over time? Without ardor theory suffers. That’s why I’m stuck on you with wanton glue, per- severing, styling something blobbish and macabre into something pointed, neat. Love is a gift that springs from an unlit spot. Resin and rue. Even when I’m in the dark I’m in the dark with you.
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how boring?
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a video game
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Do you have any? This place seems so technologically inept.
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and my bf does
we asked for them
from the crystal
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Huh. Maybe! That could be a nice change of pace.
Do you do anything else for fun?
cw: gore mention
draw
+ poetry
not much
else
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Poetry! That's a wonderful outlet. Do you ever share what you write?
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its personal
but
ill share
other poems
someone is teaching me
how to
recite
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I'll admit, I never had much time to read outside of my studies. If you ever feel like sharing a poem with me, I'm all ears.
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about what?
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A poem about the heart.
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or valentine that wears the air as its apparel?
If you cut a heart from parchment, is it still
a heart? A nontrivial knot, where turns of every gradient
may kiss and tell. Does the vessel have edges?
Or is it all connectedness, an embedding to be stretched
or bent. Imagine being simultaneously alive,
bound in both directions with a bow! Is it diachronic,
a phenomenon that changes over time? Without ardor
theory suffers. That’s why I’m stuck on you with wanton glue, per-
severing, styling something blobbish and macabre
into something pointed, neat. Love is a gift
that springs from an unlit spot. Resin and rue.
Even when I’m in the dark I’m in the dark with you.
Triptych for Topological Heart
Alice Fulton
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That's a beautiful poem, Sunny-kun. Thank you for sharing it with me. I never would have read something like that otherwise.
"Love is a gift that springs from an unlit spot." That will stick with me.
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im glad
u like it
i do too
its paired
with two other poems
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Hey, how about this. When I need a pick me up, can I ask you to send one of the other two to me?
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but i dont think
these poems
are very happy
[Or maybe he just tends to see things that way.]
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Hmm. Do you ever feel sad, so you listen to a sad song? It doesn't necessarily make you feel better, but it can be cathartic.
I think it's like that.
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trying to explain this
to someone too
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Perhaps if one feels a bit of heartache, one wants to read a poem that makes the heart ache more. Or differently. It helps, in a strange way.
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if u need them
they help me too
its been hard
to explain
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Do people make you explain yourself a lot?
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texting
is easier
but im bad
at talking
out loud
no texting
back home
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Well, we can text any time you'd like. Though I'm also happy to help you try to get better at expressing yourself out loud, but there's no pressure.
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idk...
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