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bulimia
I don’t want to ever find myself apologizing to you today I am saying sorry by vomiting today I am s
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A kind of sculpting
The baby is born to the death walls
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that line the cellar. The cellar is dark
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and musty like the
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Passenger
My mother used to keep Lupines
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in the cracks of her favorite book.
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They bloomed into oblivion, a
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We never fucked on my grandfather's ticking bed.
We never fucked on anybody’s ticking bed.
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We didn’t even fuck up, although we did. Who gives a shi
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Cemetery
Mother told us when we were younger not
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to step foot into the woods or else our bodies
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would dis
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5:24 am, why am i awake
also, why is this so usual for me
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i’d like to say that now is when
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i think about everything
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lightning
a couple.
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as in: two.
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as in: let’s
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share the bed
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until our mouths
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grow withered
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like anc
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Sky at night looks different on fridays
I. clay and ice
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In the bed: sheets white
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as a faceless whisper. Think
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dark and unwashed hair.
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Homes
*in response to matthew zapruder's "come on all you ghosts," section ii*
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I.
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I see what you mean
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"tennis shoes aesthetics"//
my hands are stained brown & contrast well with the bright whiteness of my quilt: white & cool as he
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