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I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings—
But what will you do without your hands
to be human?
I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun—
— Oct 28, 2025 09:28AM
she said
I want wings—
But what will you do without your hands
to be human?
I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun—
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How privileged you are, to be still passionately
clinging to what you love;
the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.
— Oct 29, 2025 01:11AM
clinging to what you love;
the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.
Tabassum
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It is true there is not enough beauty in the world.
It is also true that I am not competent to restore it.
Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.
— Oct 27, 2025 03:47AM
It is also true that I am not competent to restore it.
Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.
Tabassum
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How can I rest?
How can I be content
when there is still
that odor in the world?
— Oct 23, 2025 09:38AM
How can I be content
when there is still
that odor in the world?
Tabassum
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Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring—
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world
— Oct 22, 2025 09:29PM
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring—
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world
