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soupmaybe it's the way i was raised / or maybe it's my cancer rising / but i only ever feed myself well when i am feeding someone else.
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May 5, 2020
love letter from an arsonistimagine / you: fire / and me: arsonist
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Feb 10, 2019
dragons“be safe, / get some rest, / text me when you get home.”
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Apr 23, 2018
the moon is a lesbianthe moon is a lesbian, / which i know because she has / kissed every inch of my body
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Mar 27, 2017
reasons for leavingi had this dream / where i was locked in a glass room, / gasping for air with
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Mar 16, 2017
cosmo tips for making sickness ****every night you take / your illness up to bed, / the only lover you ever learned to trust.
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Mar 1, 2017
the making of a monstermonday morning / and my skin still looks like / something you could touch,
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Feb 16, 2017
bloodthere is blood in the streets / and dripping from the slick soles of shoes / of the smiling old men
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Jan 26, 2017
5/11/16i was afraid i would do something crazy, / like shoot myself in the head / or call you
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May 26, 2016
4/21/2016you left flowers on my counter / in a cup. / wildflowers. like daisies,
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Apr 30, 2016
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