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  • amaranthinepoetry 1d

    truth has no form of purity.
    it never simmers completely.
    hence the baggage it carries,
    all the lies that it spins.

    ©amaranthinepoetry

  • amaranthinepoetry 2d

    i remember too much.
    i often wonder, whether
    my memories are real or not.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 3d

    i’ve lived so many years
    believing you didn’t exist.
    and now that you’re here,
    i’m practicing everyday.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 1w

    black tea stirs
    with no sugar,
    the sweetness
    is contaminated.
    that’s what it has
    been lately, i add
    sugar as i go,
    as i need.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 1w

    what could one give the other— the most precious thing you could give me? give me that— your time, your living moments. don’t fool me with your materialistic reality.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 3w

    i find nothing more
    artistic than to walk
    in love with oneself.
    truly, imagine blooming
    right from where you are.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 4w

    At times i feel so weak,
    with you or without.

    That when you hold me,
    It is what i learn about myself,
    Which corner of my body makes me happy?

    That is what you do to me,
    With your golden eyes,
    Your white smile
    Your ocean-deep voice

    You raise me, yet you hold on
    You don’t let go. You stay.

    And so I foolishly (as they say)
    Surrender myself to you
    With every authority in my being,
    Take me. Do whatever you please.

    Not just physically. Not just mentally.
    But emotionally. To fuck me.

    To love is to lose myself. To understand
    What do i mean to myself?

    ©amaranthinepoetry

  • amaranthinepoetry 4w

    the universe
    has crafted you
    to witness all it is.
    you are the universe’s
    way of experiencing itself.

    ©amaranthinepoetry

  • amaranthinepoetry 4w

    numb yourself in
    the corners—
    life only gets worse.

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  • amaranthinepoetry 4w

    love is an ambience.
    it’s not just what i feel
    towards someone;
    it’s what i feel towards
    everything with someone.

    ©amaranthinepoetry