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I think it would get soggy, stale-evaporate and dry out. 

Awake!! burrowing creature of comfort, traversing a kingdom of Magnoliophyta reverts to simpler means.

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The First Month Dies with the moon; I watch it flirt with the stirrings of an intangible foam. The stars are pinpricks in a tapestry of treacherous wind and we are standing by edgeless windows, our eyes fixed on nowhere: a point in a dark heaven where our surreptitious spaces condense around us, coffins of overdue confinement. We are left to observe the dark sky with tender apology; There is no place for amendment in the starry skies or in the silent gutters of unforgiveness. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writersnetwork #writerscommunity

I Dreamt of the City We once visited; charming Streets alive with the lies I told to get here. I pretended You were in some other place, But tonight I have returned To right the wrong of having loved You in its red-light alleyways, the long Night my only memory of a morning Spent beneath a gentle haze. I follow it's concentric circles with No knowledge of its spiraling form; My feet walk the length of tram lines, My limbs tied to pre-destined Routes and I surrender my will to Muscle memory: my mind returns to Oblivion once more. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsofig #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #writersofinstagram

Listen to: Ludovico Einaudi - Experience It will happen again; heavy hearts cannot abandon their weight so easily. There is only the certainty of absence now, only the sanctuary of a quiet heart; there is only not being there, only not coming, only leaving, only your overdue impatience and my love of walking away. It will happen again; abandoned hearts cannot find home so easily. There is only the certainty of departure, only the sanctuary of cursed reunions, only never again, only never again, only hands haemorrhaging over beating hearts, only distance and my love of walking away. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #writersofig #writersofinstagram #poetry #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #herheartpoetry #bymepoetry

Last night I performed for the first time at an open mic. Check my story to see a video! . Tarantella 'Do you remember an inn, Miranda? Do you remember an inn?' because I can only remember waking up to an empty bed and the taste of old tar under my fingernails from when I smoked on the balcony after you left only half as elegant as Juliet leaning against that broken railing, exhaling your burning name like a counterfeit poet. Last week, I decided to quit smoking because these paper-bag lungs would rather bend and heave to the pace of your breath, but I'm a creature of fickle habits that wrap around me like the store-brand cling-film that sticks only to itself; I have paper-mache hands from ticket stubs of torn-up tales, a pastiche of pretend permanence that reminds me that all this world’s a stage and you and I, we are the understudies cowering in the corner, mouthing for the fifteenth night the lines we will never get to speak. But you and I, we learn them with diligence, you and I, we play house on a wooden set, and I try not to slam the make-shift doors on my way out. Tonight you can call me Nora and my doll-house body will dance to the beat of madness before the mad eyes that have seen too much; Tonight, you can call me anything you like, I will still dance like a wind-up toy, My pendulum rhythm pre-set to the heartbeat of your pendulum swing. Tonight the last curtain falls from a false ceiling because you’ve gone around and blacked out the windows again and all we have now is a silhouette of sounds, an orchestra of panting tuning its strings. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #writerscommunity #poetryperformance #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #poetryofinstagram

Tomorrow I will find myself returning to the moment of this tender goodbye, and the tumultuous sadness will end. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #wordporn #wordgasm #writersofig #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetssociety