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At Your MercyHere I stand before you
I don't know what to do
How to find the words to say
I'm dying each passing day
What would it do to you?
To understand it's true
How can I bear to tell?
It's been a living hell
Again pondering high
Would he my life deny?
Emotion floods a maze.
I speak too much most days
Long ago somehow you knew
But beyond our thought it grew
If it's my time to die
It doesn't matter why
Fear in loneliness, it's nothing new
I'd do anything to be with you
The breath of life escapes me
Without you where would I be?
Being your best friend, you haven't a clue
How deeply I long to give back to you.
I see struggle in
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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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