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Tenant Jun 2019
/Sam/
I miss you
      1. Long car rides to the same places,
           conversations about things you don't
           understand; the way you feel when I
           grip your inner thigh, the way I feel
           when you run your hands through my
           hair.
Tenant Jun 2019
espresso beans as bitter as they may be,
linger on my lips much like the taste of her raspberry.
im reading with a bookmark she made me
i want to go away. to a sea of sunrises maybe.
Tenant Jun 2019
synthetic authenticity
plastic flowers shaped like roses.
   need to be philosophical objectifier.
an angelic being, or a hurtful sunflower
You will get neither.
Tenant Jun 2019
Why
i smoke poetry while i ****
i wrote this thinking of a soliloquy
caught lying, poisonous seed
i feel no need to be. unfettered by what is need
Dying

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