lindsey-millerWhisper

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this pollution.what's the point of buying a portrait if you are blind? / nothing i would see is worth my precious time— / just more metal, bad skin, and tired, jealous eyes

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a social butterfly's lament.***** comet / burning bile / physically sick of the party people—

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we take pillowtalk to the next level.it has been a long while since i felt comfort in this place. / for a short while there was only resentment and fear. / differing fingers, gently laced with clasped palms, say *i missed you*,

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mechanic depressivefrantic antics rewire my brain, / almost as if it were never a brain at all— / circuits and switches and copper thread,

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eternal darkness of the spiteful mindi am being aimlessly guided by a decrepit side street. / the smell of who-knows-what hangs in the still like an occupied noose / as i strain to ignore the unpleasant moisture on my brow,

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the afterpartycocktail heels / sharp as tacks / watch your feet

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webs in her headshe's desperately / rummaging / for the few remaining shards of modesty—

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putting the plea in "please"my poor cones and rods / are victims of a sensual seclusion / when every hue begs to be seen

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it's more like a writer's drawbridge.the absence of a proper muse / incessantly plagues her / with an illness that can’t be cured

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tumbledownstrapped to the darkest horse / on a hell-bound carousel / here where colors envelop each other

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