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 Feb 2016 Miki
Tupelo
Fiasco
 Feb 2016 Miki
Tupelo
I'm washing my ribs
Trying to wipe away this ink from my bones
These weeks numbers count down like some kind of bomb ready to break of its hollow shell
We lit the fuse the day those "I love yous" flew from our lips
I don't mind dying a martyr for your affection
All the shrapnel in the end  will be worth every second with you in my arms
I will love you always, please know that.
 Feb 2016 Miki
Pea
Citrine
 Feb 2016 Miki
Pea
iii.

it doesn't matter
how i wear my body
anymore.
if i can't give you
a pleasant sight,
i can also eat
your eyes out for you.
Is licking eyeballs still a trend?
 Feb 2016 Miki
river
and i thought
i could be alive
without you.
ends up i wanna
die without you.
 Feb 2016 Miki
Timothy Ward
the sun will
kiss the earth
each day
and soon
these dashing lines
of youth
hard charcoal, pen and ink
dancing, arousing
the parchment
shall also fade
portraits ought to
be lived
not
preserved
This began as an exercise in Architecture Design class. We each had to do a self portrait and design a space for ourselves for the rest of our life! One space! Very introspective n mind altering exercise!
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