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40.3515° N, 18.1750° E

Cormoran Lee
2 min readApr 19, 2023

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Photo by Nima Shabani on Unsplash

This newly forming winter wind, what propelled you to open the window so widely?

How damn I, holding this impossible entanglement?!

And I grew stronger out of your insulting spit rather than a softer kiss.

Blameworthy, am I?

Something fell out your window, I told you so.

It’s meant to be accidental.

This thing we tend to call a growing affection.

But olive seed resisted the temptation to grow on seemingly fertile lands, that perhaps were not yet stable to contain such penetrating roots, unapologetically, taking over what’s left to be harvested out of limestone dry rock, but that’s what it is..
Opposite of Stoa, double espresso twisted a tongue to speak a language I was seduced to listen to…

Vines produced the grapes I was to pick for you, on a lonely desert walk, we fantasized to moisturize your bleeding lip, I saw you biting earlier for me to comfort a mission statement right before you went to stroll back to the cave of Plato. Rent is high around these arms, holding closely and listening to your muted song I wrote for you to kiss me long, long before I saw your teeth begging for water source, I drown in your depths, you contain all of my wrecks.

Archimedes' principal, repeat physics class before rushing to poetry singing opera screaming Enrico Caruso, was actually married to my former poem. Right outside Manhatten, traditore alcuni dicono.

And you are anywhere but closer..

Have you forgotten, I reside within your fire…

Regarding your question:

No, I am not tailoring my flattery to your Alimini Grande brackish wishes.

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Cormoran Lee
Cormoran Lee

Written by Cormoran Lee

I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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