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there are days when we all feel like gutters but know that even then we are needed to clean the city * lungs like lightning short bursts of a spark i used to know on days like today sunny and steeped parent’s telling us not to do it anyways and us saying anyways … Continue reading
she wants my body but it busts by being somebody else who allows himself to be her anybody i ask who is that nobody * write like no one is reading and know that at least one less is if you don’t * the saddest song requires a listening ear to make it … Continue reading
without you there’d be only an absence of existence that would eat up space only you could feel and fill with you * there are two things to live by in life the first is to not live by anything the second is to question anything that labels itself the first the third is … Continue reading
all are born bereaved stolen from what they know to what they don’t and still can’t because they have a job and an apartment to clean and friends to keep who don’t seem so worried with what was lost in their laughter and love and birthing that brings about the same bits of you in … Continue reading
poetry is dead for in death there is poetry * i am asked whether i think poetry is worthwhile by a man who implies that the question is and to whom i answer with my palms open sky lapping flesh mouth hung like a tree after an ice storm heavy and forever saying nothing against … Continue reading
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