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alyssa
is on page 52 of 104
“I’ll never tire of you.
I’ll never stop thirsting for you—
that’s my only fault.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:21PM
I’ll never stop thirsting for you—
that’s my only fault.”
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alyssa
is on page 80 of 104
“When I leave this body,
people will ask—
what did he do with his life?
I knew you, beloved.
That was enough.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:25PM
people will ask—
what did he do with his life?
I knew you, beloved.
That was enough.”
alyssa
is on page 78 of 104
“You tore open my heart.
Now it shines with a new luster.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:24PM
Now it shines with a new luster.”
alyssa
is on page 67 of 104
“When the sun and moon set, they climb another sky.
When you see me going down, see me rising.
A bucket disappears in the well and comes up full.
A seed is buried in the ground.
A flower sprouts.
Why imagine another fate for the seed of the human soul?”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:23PM
When you see me going down, see me rising.
A bucket disappears in the well and comes up full.
A seed is buried in the ground.
A flower sprouts.
Why imagine another fate for the seed of the human soul?”
alyssa
is on page 55 of 104
“You play the strings of my heart.
You play a new chord—
light of mine, love of mine, eyes of mine—
you are music-the melodies, the fade-out, and the memory of it all.
Each breath with you, a new note, a new color.
Every chord you strum lifts a curtain from my eyes, waking me from oblivion, from all my forgetting.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:22PM
You play a new chord—
light of mine, love of mine, eyes of mine—
you are music-the melodies, the fade-out, and the memory of it all.
Each breath with you, a new note, a new color.
Every chord you strum lifts a curtain from my eyes, waking me from oblivion, from all my forgetting.”
alyssa
is on page 27 of 104
“This seam might hold
This seam might split.
I give my heart anyway.
Separation might tear my robe to shreds.
His scissors might wound me—
I know. I give my heart anyway.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:17PM
This seam might split.
I give my heart anyway.
Separation might tear my robe to shreds.
His scissors might wound me—
I know. I give my heart anyway.”
alyssa
is starting
“You show your face, your flushed face,
and stones spin with joy.
(…)
When I see your beauty, when I see your virtue,
I don’t need those two or three hanging lanterns,
I don’t need the moon.
The old rusty heavens are no mirror for your face.
You breathe in, you exhale, and from the tied up, tightfisted world, a new world is born.”
— Sep 30, 2025 10:28AM
and stones spin with joy.
(…)
When I see your beauty, when I see your virtue,
I don’t need those two or three hanging lanterns,
I don’t need the moon.
The old rusty heavens are no mirror for your face.
You breathe in, you exhale, and from the tied up, tightfisted world, a new world is born.”

