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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…
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…
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…
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…
Just a Cuppa 