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Nepenthe
Bring Me Oblivion
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Aurora Gamourtian
so it is.
from this death, came another form of magic — and from that form of magic, comes, inevitably, another death, screeching out of the roiling dark.
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Aurora Gamourtian
Foonotes³
The Demon King No stage, no solace, Oh mercy, tresses and crusts, gems adorned, golden anklet, smooth wisp of caramel drifting down a waffle cone He…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Footnotes To The Demon King's Aria
3 Straight lines become jagged 3 86 Fervor A gauntlet held in suspension The Beast kiss turns out The moon births A column, shadowed Spiral whispers…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Elgin Airfield
I wish you’d written when you sent, But you constructed in algorithm, In things that point, In things that find. The tarmac still reaches for the open…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Ontology In Blankets, Like The One You Gave Me When The Heat Stopped Working
Colors like arrows Pointing under floor boards Scratching under skin Wrapped in Solace In woolen threat In an unsung soul’s Oblivion. Your hands build…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Suspension
In a glass of water a suspended object is not expected to sink if it floats But I can see it swell A heavy weight, increasing out of thin air Unseen…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Objects I Am Collecting For You
On the ledge Under window An oxing house An unbitten fly The table that holds them both, the wrangled carpet, the woolen threat of silver dark These are…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Silver Fish
A school, little school Caught in the glimmer, Motion sickness lines drift down from the surface. An ebb and flow of Blues, But in its heart, A Silver…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Gates, Or Gates, Or Both
Not Not two things, not one, not the other Not hidden, not under, not in, not out, not both And And more, and two things, and golden And the cypher, the…
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Aurora Gamourtian
Twelve Shades, Spoken
Can a Shade be given Heart, And taken to surroundings, Like boughs among gossamer weeds. Could a Shade be filled with joy, Wrapped with arms and rooted…
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Aurora Gamourtian
piercing
I will confess, When I entered this dream, I had no expectations. The way it broke down; soluble morsels of better moments Analyzed, deconstructed into…
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Aurora Gamourtian
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