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ousterStella told us she was bi. / I stared down at my oysters, / covered in parmesan,
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Apr 23, 2015
She WantsShe wants / she wants / she wants
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Apr 9, 2015
Pouring Rain, Two Bluebirds That Went InsaneI won't back out. / What do you want to do? / With a passion
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Jan 24, 2015
Burning AmberI'm bashful, / I'm broken- / hearted,
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Dec 2, 2014
You Are a Diver, You Dove to the BottomDismissive and incredulous, / could something be so ridiculous? / Solitary, eight armed octopus.
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Nov 23, 2014
Questions Only Death Will Answer*When will I be able to live my life / without having to sleep through half of it? / Will my stomach
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Oct 31, 2014
Brittle Bones and Several Tones of GrayLethargy / crept up on me / in the beginning,
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Oct 20, 2014
PhaseFeeling high on these trippy waves / could have guessed your bugging / eyes wouldn't stay the same.
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Aug 30, 2014
Heavy HandsI can only rest when I have energy to unwind. / Sometimes there is no other answer, / sometimes there is no one to call,
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Jul 30, 2014
HookSaddens me to find out there is no more madness to this method. The chaos has decayed, leaving traces of the bruise but the abscess dry and cracked, a hold for a hook sewn right in. A misconception, you are mistaken, this is what is most readily available while on vacation. Dehydration is an acceptable form of payment for the prowess slipping through your synapses, cornering and cutting off your sanity. Someone told me I could ride a star out of here, or that I could buy a car, and learn to ******* steer. / Her ribcage rendered the furniture redder, she snapped her fingers to the fourth man and said you were always a dream to me, no wonder you could be so mean to me. I said I read it in a history book, she looked at me like some Chinese light show, or a Russian disco, glass from a gutter that will grind against you through the night. Never knew her name, they called her by her birth date, hey there April 24th, 1988! With a heart that scars like a diamond, bangs against the table, her own head she cant handle. / She said my hometown hates me, it's my own time I'm wasting, I'm too lazy, and you, you haven't been around for me lately. I said I read it in a history book, and that I always thought you were better than me, smiling in a way that says sorry, she said it takes creativity.
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Jun 29, 2014
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