Chloe Lubinska Poems

I hate the way you love me
And the way you want my love
I hate that you need to know
That I'm never quite enough
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Latent clocks forge their fraudulent time

But still their rigid works spin
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A stage, dear stage
how I emphasise you on diminutive plinths and icy depths
The halo of crisp golden tongue
Rotated too much for matters gone wrong
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I wish I could fly
Watching the wind evolve whirls of dust into
Dunes of fine ash yielded from the earth
We play with their tropic grains
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Sometimes I catch myself wondering
The plots and twists of day
The murmuring of butterflies
And of them needless to say
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I see the streets they're feeble
Circulating fright
Like a helicoidal river
Disposing empty lives
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My eyes pursue the obscure footprint of the sun
'What is it running from? '
My question intercepts
The looming gloom of it's tangled cocoon
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Knocking nerves fire the door
Submitting faithful embers that erupt
The floor
Though stories innovate lead
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Creaking whispers evacuating
Interfere legs with sting
A pair of spy buoys bubble bashfully
Crashing life's essence, stealing a beauty fling
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When horror arises
Fret churns to frame
An ambiguity of wonder
That's not the same
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