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Cellar-RiddenI like to think / you could love me; / scars, bruises, and all. / Every notion of your being; / the
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Mar 25, 2015
DosesShirtless, barefoot, and / reeking of self-loathe; / he sat in silence / at the edge of his mattress
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Mar 17, 2015
Jim's Boy, the PainterApplauded the jokes, / Then stabbed the jester. / Hushed our laughter, / The games were all over. /
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Mar 10, 2015
Rot-Gut, RomanticHe— / Her ginger. / Limp handshake. / Cacophonous laugh. / Features, disproportionate. / In most way
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Mar 10, 2015
Malignant RumorThey'll find me hanging upside-down. / Ankles bruised by the ropes / From which you strung me up for
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Mar 9, 2015
Sunlight Painted SkinPursuing yet another parabolic / Crawl across the clear, blue, summer sky / The sun started its jour
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Mar 2, 2015
You SirenPerhaps it was my own fault; / Letting her ever get that close. / Inviting her underneath my skin /
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Feb 23, 2015
Unrequited BrownThe cab moved quietly / Beneath the street lamps / Pleather seats: torn, faded / There we sat, silen
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Feb 10, 2015
Blackout Bloodshot BlissThe feeling is lead. / Stubborn, / It sits in my chest. / I remind myself / Not to dare name it. / I
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Feb 6, 2015
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