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“I am a bad artist”
“Why are you a bad artist?”
“Because I can’t cleanly produce accurat..
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Drag yourself out of bed,Skin slick with sweat sticks to sheets,Hair thick with dreams wet with grease,Do the dance of impertinent waiting,The blood o..
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I watch a shadow crawl over my ceiling.It really crawls, with tendrils seeking new ground to cover,A great patch of life that seems inevitable,Likened..
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When you leave,A knife to the gut.Bleeding out,I need to recover.Weeks in bed,Months on end.Fetid wounds turn,To raised scars.
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I don't know if you love me, if you ever did at that,But as time goes on, I find that I will never understand.I tried so hard to be a friend, to learn..
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This is what it looks like,To build a cage for someone,And if you don't like what it looks like,Then you can always them abandon.Build one for the nex..
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On that day, so long ago,When deepest darkness did ensnare,I held my breath, and let it go,And could not feel the fresh, new air.And through the trees..
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Maybe, someday, you won't miss meMaybe, today, you already don't.But, forever, I will miss you,Even if, right now, I think I won't.I'm sorry for the t..
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How many times have I died?Was it four times? Five? Ten? Or more?Was it something I could have controlled before,When I still had the light in my eyes..
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SinkingThis sinking feeling seeminglyNeverendingI pretend to defend myself withPlastic swords and fabric mythThe grand delusion of a martyr and the co..
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