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september
september
Canadian and yes, we're related.
i still look at the recipes you wrote about me. you told me that baking requires trust— maybe that's why my macarons burnt. you were the most sobering experience.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
red wine
pretty white girl on a date with a lonely man whose father's funeral only had three guests: him, his brother, his uncle. i can't even pretend to know how to feel.
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
karakoram
Rough love, soft love. Choke me a bit, are you okay with that? I guess it's what I'm used to. Warm skin, heavy blankets. I pray we don't end up like our parents.
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Transient
the memory of you is a warm comfort a sunday morning community chapel preaching your name so loudly you'd think i was possessed the sun sneaks through my windows i'm alone in bed
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
m
love is patient, love is kind. thom yorke keeps telling me that true love waits so why do i feel that waiting has made me weak. (like i'm letting you get away with something) i am not patient, nor kind. i am envious, and boastful. i keep a record of how wrong i feel.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
1000101
i only wish i could esc the thought of you
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
12
clean for almost two years now i stay up reading a timeline of myself high on ecstasy
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
mania
we got along so well but but this is the final thing we will agree on: even i am surprised at how how softly i can let you go
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
soft, warm anger
i will be alone now walking naked from the bush drunk stumble down quadra st the *** may have been brief but the memory of reverse cowgirl will stay forever in my wet dreams
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
bug bites
God's firmament: only a child's planetarium projector— If only I could project my vows in a sphere of light with even a handful of batteries, all the eyes in the world could see how ******* thin my gossamer guilt is. My conscience is silky smooth like Venus-razored legs.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Unfaithful: Full of Unfaith.