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The creak of the dam refusing to breakthe violet being burned by the sunThe empty fieldthe lone howlThe quiver of the waves as dark clouds passthe ord..
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The past visits unannouncedfor seconds at a time:lightning striking a clear skywith no storm to come.Regret hovers within safetythis way.Chunks of mem..
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Today I wrote a poem about you, and I called it "bed bugs." Your bed was
beneath my skin, and you maliciously tickled me with all of the
happiness..
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I lay like a child,a single beating heart,curled in the bellyof your bed. Red mist spillsfrom my pores to your hands,holding me together,slowly weavin..
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This is a few months old. I was feeling very inspired while at my friend's new house, but had no journal with me. I sat on the staircase, smoking, wri..
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wrote this on mushrooms in my dorm room
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Barb wired necklace
A string to chain dogs,
An only child, one named desire --
I was your sheets that guarded sleep.
Water so..
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The skies churn like butter, dusting milk. There’s an itch extending from my smell to my gut, a craving; a drug. A whisper from a past life fl..
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My fingers smell of metal and my fingerprints dye themselves in dark, distinguishable red as I feel the warm rip on the side of my tongue. Qui..
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