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I just wanna know his name,put a title to his face,just to feel some sense of peace,to see how my tonguerolls when I pronounce it.He ́d stop being a paradox,maybe…
She texts you ‘ily’But would she peel a pomegranate for you?Would she bloody her own fingers, one by onePeeling back skin and sinew, her own Bartholomew?Would she? Martyr and transmute…
The smell of isopropyl alcohol in here must say something somewhere about something in our future. (medically.) I’ve never seen a bathroom this small. spoiled brat, and I know it. Sit on a toilet, with my…
There is a universe where no one liesAnd this is what the living wantMy footsteps are blurry,Like the memory of your faceMy heart is a blackout poemIt is a rusty…
on the midway six-graders came in the busi guess it was mostly because they were noisy and funny, — still, they reminded me of my own class i mostly don’t…
Man wishes to be mosquito, perched upon my breastSuckling sweet, pure blood, to then be put to restLife includes taking without giving, a blood sacrificeMan does not have this innate…
Just a Cuppa 