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m-eastman
m-eastman
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S-eternally pounding swearing wheel grips Narrowing vision Blurring white and yellow lines Smooshing my face against the lexan On the drivers side Imagining artillery On the shoulder of Cruel suburbia unbothered America is at the mall
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
America is at the Mall
I can't prove I'm signal--only noise. Brainwaves I can't see Are they really there Derealization Dissolution Dissolvable Diffusion Dissection Desecration Decomposition Decompression De D ...
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Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
Signal and the Noise
Bone granite snapped fingers Buttresses And acrid chemistry You taste in your mouth And wanna wash it out With water That gasping molly Definitely needs You're so selfish But the 1st sense It's getting worse And the wallpaper is Curling black and yellow Cyanocobalamide Getting sleeping Have a    nap On that steel folder Finger pincher Smells sweat And dust And a bad decision To sign that paperwork
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Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 3:22 AM UTC
Wanna wash it out
Should Andromeda collapse / Hammering hydrogen entraps Cresting waves of burnished light / Whitecaps in the endless night Fly apart with gentle violence / Into eternity of silence
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Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 5:04 AM UTC
Andromeda Collapse
Drift and blur Detachment Fork in a socket Reach out to catch but Not falling at all Why is it dark outside?
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Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 2:24 AM UTC
Jolt
Light fails and shadows race, Murmurs echo in night's embrace. The precipice beckons, l'appel du vide sway, Untethered, falling in disarray. Enveloping tendrils, dreams entwined, Despair's ballet, absence find. Silvermail submerged descent, Silent witnesses, heart's lament.
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Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 4:24 AM UTC
Whispers at the Precipice
I want to throw myself down a well rag doll child's wish Swallowed up by the Expired medicine bottles Slowly swimming koi fish
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
Down a well
des œufs Lait baguette du vin têtes coupées
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
ce n'est pas un poème
I want to edge my foot closer Over that Crumbling Landscape Of cliff Side And feel no Purchase there Only air And have my stomach Rise In my throat With a Sudden pull And a rushing Wind Flapping garments And suddenly Break My body To pieces Shattered On your body Below
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Where the feet feel no purchase
You've kept the wolf at bay For so long but now He threatens To swallow me whole
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
The wolf