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We lead our lives, and when they end, sometimes we leave a little of ourselves behind. Sometimes we leave money, a painting, sometimes we leave a ..

sometimes is the drink we choose we drink it sometimes just to use the sometimes spills just like a truce sometimes, binds us like a no..

Part 4 of chapbook

part 2 of Chapbook

Part One of the chapbook I am making

Grinning street, passing through I carry off a piece of you Everyday I hold it high And through it see the passers-by Carry you all over..

Why refuse? You bleed love to feed me and paint me with your sweaty palms, but would I confuse the shade I've become? with the dark-red spl..

I am ensnared, compared, and alone never free can't you see? love, you dared I am ensnared

I forgot about my kitchen the sink -vomiting slugs- smells of death coughing bleach never drains floating film like human ..