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There were eyes on advertisements on the 49, looking at us, pleading for better childcare, for erections, for a vacation on the Caribbean, for us to d..
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Building houses out of homeswith our matchstick fingertips,harboring the sparkwhile walking in and out of our best minds.And I saw you in the corner,y..
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If anyone would’ve asked either of us before the technological revolution,we both would’ve replied that we’d never last,but we cheat..
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I can’t tell you what it’s like to be a ghost,(because that implies that you lived before your death,)My timeline starts a little after th..
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I awoke at dawn and my eyes were cement mixers,churning conglomerate thoughts into instancesof smooth conversation,taking chips off the shoulders of h..
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These clothes only belong to mebecause consumerism told someone else tothrow them away,strung up on my limbs of wilted grass,browned by the memorythat..
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Behold the vast, deep-blue skybreaking waves above us,We are the sirens that loom beneath;We are the beautiful,The doomed,The wretched.Society, societ..
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If poetry was a city,it would be burned down and underground:charred skeletons of buildings left loomingin a basement full of lifeless salt minesÉ..
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There were grown men on their kneeslike crawling children,reveling in their own s**t,unable to get up and walk away,unable to act their ages.Everyone ..
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The world is so beautiful when its quiet,see it there, in the lingered graze of your fingertips.At finger’s edge,you’re limitless.And the ..
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