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I look in my fun house mirror and wonder is my body supposed to have flaps and pockets? When did I get these accessories? I hope I kept the rece..

I am beguiled in breathless ever essence of your wonderingwhimsical ways. swaying and playing a tale of ample fortitude I intrude in your open s..

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Anxiety

an insomnia inspired piece...

I turn the radio on and hear a curious song. I think, Oh, how nice Mr. T-pain is going to sing a ballad of courtship. I listen for a minute.&helli..

It’s boiling inside me now I feel a wickedness in the crowd acid thoughts runnith over the riddance of stained water from my glass flowing..

I’m walking so fast I’m gliding toes gently scrapping I sprout wings and lift from the ground The floor reaches up to me calling me b..

We are but complex broken machines In constant simple fixation How can something imperfect Find perfection? Will we ever wield the tools to cog..

a poisoning..