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the following is sloppy unraveling, but even a single curled thread is needed to make a blanket. * all poetry is falling to the ground for it is autumn where i call her hollow to tell that i was in love again budding anew feeling the warmth of someone’s sun and she said me too … Continue reading
how do all these people go on living against it all with it all for it all hungry to have tried and retired into more while becoming little lives of themselves where they wither into melted plastic shaped into a bullet burnt and stuck in a gun where they crumble spectacularly like a face to … Continue reading
the following aren’t very good, which makes me feel better. * they always leave but the way they left never goes away * heartbreak must be hereditary for i never knew my father and my mother says it would break my heart to know why * i have seen splayed organs from a suicide victim … Continue reading
to be judged upon a mistake is to determine the weather by a single cloud to determine disease by a baseless bacteria to fall in love with a glance though i’ll admit that i should’ve looked away then to avoid the awesome mistake of you weathering into another’s sick love * i don’t mean to … Continue reading
be calm it took a universe to cook you it will take a while to come to comfort and rest with being and how much unbeing it takes to have been and yet still be * the last word i will write will still linger for more of you * … Continue reading
love, broken but hearty hoping for fill * i am not devastated for i feel as though i can still grab your hand though the lack of it feeling i has led to devastation of what i am not * how is it that that which gave the world warmth doesn’t burn it all down … Continue reading
give me a chance world to join you in giving others the same give me a chance to wonder whether i’ll manage to get old and what i’ll do when there is nothing to do but get older give me a chance to feel the mediocre conversation rolling through my kitchen that is … Continue reading
my email is slowly estranging itself from me with subscriptions to porn hub and other dead philosophers who once fed on boys that could’ve resembled gods in their failure to trust adults like me clicking through flaps of flesh that make our our ours because maybe she’ll want to try this needing after … Continue reading
i have unravelled into adulthood as a spool of knots like how i shouldn’t eat sweets before dinner though there is currently none in my smiling fridge that will one day need to be cleaned after years of neglect and drinks spilling onto the cold lifeless white if only to offer a colour or maybe … Continue reading
here comes the morning hunting hungry for dreams with a sky like a bruise from yesterday’s battle found still in her throat with a pulse that is a wild animal a laughing hyena clawing to get out and a voice remaining silent against the resting noise not beat but beating not gone but going to … Continue reading
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