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love cannot conquer it roams these dirty streets and clings to my boots a parasite that lives within. it breathes through his darkest night and f..

il repose vincent van gogh the wellspring of your talent, your triumph. so grey, the laminate memories and the palette that inhabits your soul. my..

i will, he will, she will perhaps amongst the blinding lights or quiet galleries. night, tucked up in twin beds and the creepers. a pencil woven ..

the wounded petals do not face the sun for the sun has disappeared. no refractions to light up my skin. through piles of despondency, i searched. ..

i used to relish the theatre, to tie my mask with golden ribbon and inhabit my second skin. to take the stage with such enthusiasm bite into a cri..

Beneath the canopy, I walked I hastened through the night. Perhaps I thought about the time I met a girl and broke my nerves. Strange memory, for..

a hurricane of self, the blank, clinical remains they yearn to be alive again. so i seek, i play with my artist's lust-- i see self, i see fat b..

i awoke i slept anew. over clear earth with loosened feet. and lucid flesh repaired the ducts that slept inside my eyes. absorbing blows that f..

'neath the tattooed eyes blue and red, etched in ethanol outside the wind blew through the glass, branches scraped against each other. irregular ..

barren frames, staring paralysed with a feeling we stayed much too long. now the waves, crashing i want to crumble the rocks between my fingers..