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Make me out of Sweat and rocks and stains To reach the stars Give me tools of feathers Flowers And sugar To build a city I will not make y..

Iget a little bit higher And Ican't make sense The things around me are jumbled into pains Different colors Different shades The mud Iroll ar..

Is this the dark-split moment on which to hurt you? Is this the ugly cluster of seconds To lay you across, And touch you in ways You never ..

The metallic pain of Fat thighs Ugly hands reach for poetry Stretching out towards the shelf - Their own poem. The fingers pulled, taut and..

my mom's family mocks my dad and it pisses me off

Tilt the glass in the light The streams and flecks of solar offerings Ifind so much to die for In things that are meant for living Maybe I can..

Burn myself A bundle in a cradle Burn myself in absolutivity Ihave nothing to lose Ilived there for a minute A miniscule, audacious measure ..

A text on the little black machine. A message on my little black mind. Since you left. Since the idea of your leaving became real All else has..

One eye They want me to see with. One eye to see it all. The floods of knowledge, the floods of doubt. The floods, the floods. The floods. Th..

Dedicated to my love.