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bulimiaI 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 sculptingThe baby is born to the death walls / that line the cellar. The cellar is dark / and musty like the

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PassengerMy mother used to keep Lupines / in the cracks of her favorite book. / 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. / We didn’t even fuck up, although we did. Who gives a shi

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CemeteryMother told us when we were younger not / to step foot into the woods or else our bodies / would dis

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5:24 am, why am i awakealso, why is this so usual for me / i’d like to say that now is when / i think about everything / mo

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lightninga couple. / as in: two. / as in: let’s / share the bed / until our mouths / grow withered / like anc

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Sky at night looks different on fridaysI. clay and ice / In the bed: sheets white / as a faceless whisper. Think / dark and unwashed hair.

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Homes*in response to matthew zapruder's "come on all you ghosts," section ii* / I. / 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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