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nick-burns
American decompose
Pound for pound Ounce for ounce Tell me there’s more I have so much We mean it all Tell me there’s more I can’t console There’s no repair Tell me there’s more I drink and eat I should feel full Tell me there’s more I should be one I should be all Tell me there’s more
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Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 3:14 AM UTC
Al and More
anticipation mundane brain cell amputation weekdays built toward bored flogging guilt dead med kit needing feeding without exit
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Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 2:14 AM UTC
pipe dream
these eyes as a fish-eyed lens the mind’s eye turns into them capsize belly-up again recycle my abdomen
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Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 2:28 AM UTC
Valleys Fold
Winston, how do you do? The long burn always suited you. Somber smoke and draw; Cut dry but always pulling through. Never let the heat run out; let time lull by and smother fools. Brass plume and patting snare. Our bodies packt like thieves with care. Digital patterns breathe like air. Glue cracking, splitting; bands don’t care. Salted earth is always fair. Fermented stacks of ashes bear.
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Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
Wrapped in Leaves
I’m only still in our bed waiting for you, but I guess just your side will have to do.
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May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
A Sunday Amiss
light-footed, seeds: hidded. green-chaired, white-haired. jaws: fitted, teeth-bitted. one ounce, too speedy. three loves, for teeny. your lies? believing.
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:18 AM UTC
your nocturnal presents
Cursor flashes: there, and not there; there, and not there. It reminded me of you. Not because you have left us, not because you will be back.   But, because of that little glint that goes as quick as it appears. My routines have been reduced to some sort of stutter with no end. Plural forms when singles will do; not two leashes, one instead; one bowl of water, one of food. They say all dogs go to heaven, but we don’t get to go with them.
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 11:59 PM UTC
The Canine Design
Nested topic, co-diagnostic. Inverted spirals contain the heroes. Double cross me, ensnare the copy. Commitment en masse. Only we can stop me.
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
Guilty by Dissociation
the only way to leave without leaving, to see without seeing, to be without being.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
The Great Nap, or ‘11/25/2020, 11:28 AM’
I know I came home mad and I know I didn’t say anything and I know we had family time, and it was fine. I know I helped you go to sleep, peacefully. I know I’ve built a case and I know who it’s against and I know I’m buying time, and that is fine. I know that I’ve needed sleep, anxiously.
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
Hey, listen.