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the things that can't be saidthose things are taped to the sound boardand i don't want if i am unwantedwhich virtue haunts mei clutched reproduction a..
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what matters mostis slipping drippingconciousness, clingingto the vessel of sweat.these free fall feelingsremind autumn leavesto swing down, and toswi..
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satalite of suspicioni saw you do somethingdevious and wishedyou could have includedme. i am a dirt darkenedhope swallowing and spittingout a mess. i ..
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my dreams are turquoise riversrunning from the source. myneeds may be human but theyare tearing me apart. i breaththrough veils which hold my hairdema..
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thrownme outthere is nothingto hold me heretogether but bonesi celebrate theirsociety and i swallowmoans.therea mendinghe is inside butnot inside myth..
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I dream of you pale and thin, wrapping your arms around yourself. I reach to you and see your back turned towards me. I can not see your face, your ey..
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My exhaustion knows no bounds, for it leaps faster than the time in which I sleep. Dwelling on the retiring emotions, i am feeding the beliefs live th..
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My voice is a crashing disaster, yes. Pick pocketing hearts in a line, in a rushing crush of loud sentiments and anxieties. I believe in other things...
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I think I became angry on accident. I was sailing through the slight places among the piers. I was, at that time, blissfully unaware. Anger stole up o..
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I do not have time for people who need constant supervision and promises of my love... Love in friendship... I have exhaustion and illness that drives..
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