HmM - Hello Poetry

Lashed girls Hanged up diagonal cross Legged long face Pivots from the paper to the Wind Oh, stopping stopping stopping Braced and I Get out parallel Stepping stepping stepping Irish, Goodbye and land Part for the apartment And its Knobby long arms Open

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May 18

May 18, 2026 at 4:42 PM UTC

HmM

Bus

Lashed girls Hanged up diagonal cross Legged long face Pivots from the paper to the Wind Oh, stopping stopping stopping Braced and I Get out parallel Stepping stepping stepping Irish, Goodbye and land Part for the apartment And its Knobby long arms Open

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Dance intwine the crisping follow Under shawl of tulle and lace His whisper is a dream you told me Punching bags of drying hay I woke my eyes and then my eyelids Lashes clasped a laced array Of all my breath and smoothing stillness Breaking open subtle sway My sheet atop a barren mountain Folding into wafts of snow Timid warmness wriggles under Lips you something that you know

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC

HmM

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Dance intwine the crisping follow Under shawl of tulle and lace His whisper is a dream you told me Punching bags of drying hay I woke my eyes and then my eyelids Lashes clasped a laced array Of all my breath and smoothing stillness Breaking open subtle sway My sheet atop a barren mountain Folding into wafts of snow Timid warmness wriggles under Lips you something that you know

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Ravel single legged lorn Laying limp **** ridden worn Horn ajut it's reddish fore Hangs an anguished mirador Boring bout the sogging plane Strewn cross-hatched amongst its mane It lane before with clots of light Once it wove a whisper kite! Slighting sighs between the emery Ancient thing commits to mem'ry Gently now the earth unvelopes Trading horns for slipp'ry scallops Cups the thing askew its skin Friends the fray and breaths it in

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC

HmM

Ravel single legged lorm

Ravel single legged lorn Laying limp **** ridden worn Horn ajut it's reddish fore Hangs an anguished mirador Boring bout the sogging plane Strewn cross-hatched amongst its mane It lane before with clots of light Once it wove a whisper kite! Slighting sighs between the emery Ancient thing commits to mem'ry Gently now the earth unvelopes Trading horns for slipp'ry scallops Cups the thing askew its skin Friends the fray and breaths it in

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pour me into a silicone mold ill be your bunny, kitty, zero, i'll fold time is ticking slit my wrists to bruise the conscious of your fists dancing in despair contorts the walls of this claustro structure feet cant touch the ground but if i hallucinate it i'll feel better touch me like i'm made of plastic but feel me like i'm gold drip my essence 'round your temples perfume in your temporal lobe bleed me in and bleed me out or don't breath when i'm around to feel my presence makes you sweat and drown in your own fleshy water

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC

HmM

lol what

pour me into a silicone mold ill be your bunny, kitty, zero, i'll fold time is ticking slit my wrists to bruise the conscious of your fists dancing in despair contorts the walls of this claustro structure feet cant touch the ground but if i hallucinate it i'll feel better touch me like i'm made of plastic but feel me like i'm gold drip my essence 'round your temples perfume in your temporal lobe bleed me in and bleed me out or don't breath when i'm around to feel my presence makes you sweat and drown in your own fleshy water

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i dont burn my calories i ******* i n c i n e r a t e them obliterate them break my fist for their departure s w e and s v r e a o y t sweat

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC

HmM

calories

i dont burn my calories i ******* i n c i n e r a t e them obliterate them break my fist for their departure s w e and s v r e a o y t sweat

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gluttony tinged fork strings teacup filled full of powdery substance lack thereof spoon breath subtext underneath the mattress death breath flowers in my death bed falling through the floor flowering tendencies blend and see colour me epiphany

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC

HmM

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gluttony tinged fork strings teacup filled full of powdery substance lack thereof spoon breath subtext underneath the mattress death breath flowers in my death bed falling through the floor flowering tendencies blend and see colour me epiphany

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