Curved Spines And Desire

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began. ~Lev Nikolayevich Tolstaoy (Anna Karenina) When someone asks me about a poem I might have written a day earlier, I usually make a surprised face. No, I don’t fake it, I make it. It is real. Because for each poem that leaves my cognitive train of thought to find temporary residence on a piece of paper, there are other twenty already jostling for a way out, through that narrow orifice which is the end of my pen. You wouldn’t expect me to remember all of them, would you?         ©anonymouscurve  Morning Lust         ©anonymouscurve  Scribbles         ©anonymouscurve  Scribbles, Two         ©anonymouscurve  Propaganda         ©anonymouscurve  Some         ©anonymouscurve  What Matters         ©anonymouscurve  Districts         ©anonymouscurve  Erotica?         ©anonymouscurve  Inauguration         ©anonymouscurve  Universe         ©anonymouscurve  Cyclops         ©anonymouscurve  Point Of View         ©anonymouscurve  Away         ©anonymouscurve  Refusal's         ©anonymouscurve  Re         ©anonymouscurve  Knowledge         ©anonymouscurve  Magic?         ©anonymouscurve  Sunburn         ©anonymouscurve  Watching You         ©anonymouscurve  The End Of The Journey         ©anonymouscurve  Gemini         ©anonymouscurve  The Short Year         ©anonymouscurve  Death Of The Rainbow         ©anonymouscurve  Immotion         ©anonymouscurve  Dragon's Mouth         ©anonymouscurve  Extemporaneous         ©anonymouscurve  Jewels         ©anonymouscurve  Key         ©anonymouscurve  Pillow Talk         ©anonymouscurve  The Moment         ©anonymouscurve  Barter         ©anonymouscurve  The Kiss         ©anonymouscurve  Between         ©anonymouscurve  That One Word         ©anonymouscurve  Shape         ©anonymouscurve  The Night Before The Day         ©anonymouscurve  Introversity         ©anonymouscurve  Explorer         ©anonymouscurve  Limits         ©anonymouscurve  Annabel Lee         ©anonymouscurve  Clover         ©anonymouscurve  Nightingale Sob         ©anonymouscurve  Dance         ©anonymouscurve  Bottomless         ©anonymouscurve  Everything         ©anonymouscurve  Crossroads         ©anonymouscurve  The Kiss I Sent You...         ©anonymouscurve  Secret         ©anonymouscurve  Hair Wash         ©anonymouscurve  Unpainting The Butterfly         ©anonymouscurve  Diurnal         ©anonymouscurve  Dots         ©anonymouscurve  White Sound         ©anonymouscurve  Chameleon         ©anonymouscurve  Fragments         ©anonymouscurve  Don't Cross Your Eyes         ©anonymouscurve  birthday         ©anonymouscurve  Bottomless, Two         ©anonymouscurve  Impossillities         ©anonymouscurve  Allegories Of Misery         ©anonymouscurve  Miracle         ©anonymouscurve  Remember My Memories?...         ©anonymouscurve  Moon Fires         ©anonymouscurve  Love Story         ©anonymouscurve  Foreplay         ©anonymouscurve  So...oft         ©anonymouscurve  Something To Do With Rhyme         ©anonymouscurve  blinded by my night         ©anonymouscurve  Pity         ©anonymouscurve  The Love Letter         ©anonymouscurve  Rain         ©anonymouscurve  Stages         ©anonymouscurve  Radio         ©anonymouscurve  Hmm... Strange Story         ©anonymouscurve  Of Sanity And In         ©anonymouscurve  Tox Duality         ©anonymouscurve  Parallax         ©anonymouscurve  Picnic         ©anonymouscurve  Flow Into My Valley, Lover         ©anonymouscurve  Seventy Seven

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