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basil Sep 2020
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i should be exploding
but i'm just eating homemade spaghetti with too much oregano
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basil Aug 2020
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your languid lines
under my calloused hands

we see clearer in the dark
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our little scandal
basil Aug 2020
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i call myself a poet
but i've deceived them all
i'm really just sad
and waiting for you to call
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not a poem
basil Aug 2020
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if overthinking was a game
i'd put all my chips in
and i wouldn't be bluffing

i'd use the money on a xanax overdose
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XANNY
basil Aug 2020
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holding hands
in the farmers market
all sweat and skin

the smell of the blue sky
so close
to our intertwined fingers
that we can almost
breathe

and your dimpled smile
made everything perfect
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farmers market
basil Aug 2020
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all tangled up and stuck together
with wax

i'm a mess i'll never learn how to clean
and i'm vegan
so i can't use glue
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basil Aug 2020
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you are so far from me
that i can feel the earth turn
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