ashley-kinnick

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bonei am chewing my nails to the bone. / bound to the routine of growing old.
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EdgeI want glamour. / I want edge. / I need f(r)iction. / Periodic glances. / Poison. Setting. / A dark/
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epochblack coffee / 6 a.m. / old garages / tomato sandwiches / toy planes still in the plastic / Margarit
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emotive no. 35i see what i want to see. / often, it's you embracing me. / an infinite loop of ecstasy. / then i wa
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UntitledYour favorite coffee cup still sits on the counter untouched.
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discordinject me with every insecurity / deny me my foresight / scoop my eye sockets dry / with silver spoo
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MondayCancer is a quiet pain. / A fog that clings to innocent beings. / Consuming with unapologetic haste.
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intangibilityEvery 23rd I listen to the last voicemail you left me. And I'll sit and recount each moment until yo
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A theory:I am panicking. / I am patching up and desperately traveling back to a distant recollection of a fog
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LoomI once was a boy, / clad in clover. / Tangled in red, / stricken with slumber. / I once was a boy, /
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