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bradleyllew
bradleyllew
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the things that happen when I hear your name am I awake? I had a dream, and things to say... between then and the keyboard, where did it go? lost.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
you
How to ensure that you’ll never sleep again: Halfway wake to a tickle Decide you’re dreaming, and ignore it Almost asleep again... Feel another tickle Grab for back of neck Feel a definite something
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Oh, I’m awake....
i'm sorry that you don't understand... really no...! #metoo so no, **** that I just sat here, and listened to an ******* say inappropriate things to me you did nothing. you said nothing. doesn't matter if you "didn't think it was so bad" or if you "didn't hear it" I responded. told him it was inappropriate do you honestly think I'm making this up? YOU heard it happen. **** you. and him.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
sorry not sorry
your words get lost in the tangled web of my hair sticky wet from tears and sea
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Untitled
we thought you had it - that you'd pulled us out of the fish tail i was hanging from the seatbelt - afraid to look over glass everywhere strange words in foreign tongue Nic ci nie jest? your eyes flutter we made it out alive, but something died anyway
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
the wreck
i walked across Spain 800km and i thought that would do it. apparently, it wasn't far enough...
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
every step i take
there's a *** of water on the radiator steaming up the windows in my tiny bedroom - the one in brooklyn - where i was too poor to live in a place with a bedroom door he's here, and he says he doesn't mind the curtain there's anonymity in city life, an ease to being completely alone while surrounded by people flush, with the chill from outside and the thought - just the thought - of his hands on my skin his skin on my skin simon and garfunkle on his old record player sounds of new york two people, one bottle of whiskey how strange to be with someone, who can make you feel so alone touch me, please
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
every time i hear that song
you blush, smile, and she laughs; a loud, look-at-me laugh do you really go for that? i feel sick.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
jealously
that night in the pool the water was warm, warmer than the air goosebumps wet skin, hungry lips what was i so afraid of?
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
do you remember?
this is not a poem this is not a poem because i am not a poet lately i'm not much a jumble of words nonsense mumbles occasional moments of meaning and clarity headed nowhere in particular aimless homeless faceless exhaustion.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
shell