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Dear dear, I began writing this last year. Many of the words were complicated then. They were ruined in my mouth. Blood dyed their ends. But all of this has been to write a few sentences, simply, assuredly, without the need to compile anymore at least for a day. Today, for example. So, after 365 … Continue reading

Narcissism, Naked

every pain everywhere
a story no spine could bind ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ comment below with your favourite book
all the yellow things ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you told me that the fall teaches us how to leave beautifully but you were the one to smear the walls and to break the plates and to ruin, wear, wreck my heart. it is winter now, and the snow also is going away. before it does, it will drown this city if only for a few days. people will complain about everything in them. i may join the cold chorus. i will smell you in a passerby, follow your size of shoe in the sludge, see your hair reflected in a puddle turned yellow by the salt. then, the mirage will be stepped in, and someone will say, “stupid fucking thing.” then, they too will leave elsewhere with your body spreading everywhere but besides me.
electricity lingers ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ what is this, the left over negativity? your words charge ahead to last: i hear you saying that you will always be there. yes, you are basked in light. yes, you are summer. certainly, you are love. but now here i am with whatever is but mostly isn’t, sitting, slumped, writing so much for so much. it reads lovely, it is a dead thing. a flower dried. a battery used. the spark of summer spent on a winter that too knows how to flirt with the sun.
life insurance ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ what do you spend your time on? what spends its time on you? here i am, writing this, happy, smiling, lucky that you - yes you, small you, big you, unavoidable you you you - are here once more.

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