Feathers from the Fall
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[Acquaintances] Lizzyfer
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O.D. 4.21.2001 [1:16 p.m.] (This is a poem. It reminded me of Wish and Natalia, I think.) XI I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. -Pablo Neruda
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