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to chase a dragonFrom a time when the pollen would soften the air,
where raindrops embraced us, caressed us down;
where the ground smells of storms our memories remain
lost for words in the absence of sound.
In a youth now surpassed, our reality irks.
Death blooms, alone in our rooms.
Our empathy's since flown away with the birds;
but our hearts since came down, and too soon.
We drown alone now in a well of our cares,
our paradise lost in the dreams we induce;
absent as pupils constrict between stares,
powdered to dust between spoons.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More