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tuesdayHe write in bread crumbs, / trails of clues that will not be found because the birds have eaten them
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Oct 18, 2017
mondayShe is not pretty. / Her face is an average face; normal, common, ordinary. She have too big eyes, a
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Oct 17, 2017
If it's meant to be it's meant to beyou tipped my world into your axis-- gravity and such things that do not bind if we do not let them.
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Oct 16, 2017
A Study of A Dying Sunyou went like rockets that day / up and up and up / until you drifted in outerspace / waiting / for
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Oct 30, 2016
amongst the rubbletonight we sip our sorrow, bitter / to the point of sweetness / nursing bruised lips, bruised heart-
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Oct 5, 2016
Moor or Mortechant chant chant / knife blooming in someone heart / sharp, they said / the earth thrives on blood
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Sep 25, 2016
Cracked SunrisesRun, even when / the jeers are too loud / your legs feels like they will / fall off, and pain stabbi
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Sep 21, 2016
Come homemake me a wish / snowflakes in the dark, / the tangle of our body heat / warmth that is never there
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Aug 14, 2016
M O R T E Mthere's a butterfly / dying in my pocket / with torn wings and the / ache to fly / pressed close to
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Aug 7, 2016
barnaclesput your mask on, let's play pretend. / no smiles--no language. / only the glide of our hand, trembl
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Aug 4, 2016
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