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Then the World Died

for Jessica Orchards recurring: Two twenty year olds on dissimilar paths undaunted by love’s tapestry approaching exclamatory yields of apricot musk and peach marmalade their unified voice. It was you. Tonight you’ll take me in Albuquerque sex 10,000 miles away. I’m walking home from Dane Smith Hall thinking of Houston - how it’s become a common noun I’ve told you about while outside the fraternity house and it’s increasingly proper status watching us smoke cigarettes. Our unspoken thoughts vanish. Grey. White. Blue. Oncology.

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Darren White

Date: 4/29/2017 12:40:00 PM

I am not sure if I understand it all, Parts I do yes, and some parts are extremely lovely:"Two twenty year olds on dissimilar paths undaunted by love’s // tapestry approaching exclamatory // yields of apricot musk and peach marmalade // their unified voice. It was you. Tonight you’ll take // me in Albuquerque sex 10,000 miles away." And there's an unmistakenly sadness, and a timeless picture of young people in the sun.

Darren White
Date: 4/29/2017 2:56:00 PM

Marmalade is a cool word, so is tangerine. I wrote a poem with a cyclone and a cyclops in it today, what a coincidence

Phillip Garcia
Date: 4/29/2017 12:53:00 PM

It's about getting swept up in a cyclone of cyclical escapism (and also about how marmalade is a cool word) or something like that.