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SirensChardonnay in the glass by the window. / There’s a satin pillowcase by the floor where your head was. / I lost track of time for the fifth time yesterday,
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Jun 17, 2017
Green.My eyes didn't look green anymore. / You played that song over and over, / til those pretty words meant nothing.
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Jun 17, 2017
November, 2015.I've been / saddled with a loneliness, / that only clarity controls.
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Jun 17, 2017
UntitledMy hands are on the floor. / My hands are in the blood. / My hands are covered in every choice I’ve ever made.
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Jun 17, 2017
My FogI have lost sight of you, / Of myself, probably in the process. / I have traveled through caves,
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Aug 29, 2016
The Last TimeHe traces constellations on my back / while I'm asleep. / Last night he kissed each of my fingers,
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Oct 25, 2015
In the AtticI trapped my soul in a music box. / The pearls around my neck sit upon / an empty set of hollow bones that
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Oct 25, 2015
Ten After MidnightYesterday I wrote my thoughts / with the overspill of red wine, and, / bandaids that fell from my cracked finger tips.
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Oct 25, 2015
Less ExcusesMy biggest mistake was / recording the noises only I heard. / I knew they weren't real;
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Oct 25, 2015
No, LoveMaybe if I crack open my rib cage / I could tape my heart back together myself. / I've never seen love;
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Aug 20, 2014
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