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basil Sep 2020
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sick and tired
of eating until i'm sick
and pretending i'm not tired
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basil Sep 2020
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your voice over the phone makes the butterflies in my stomach rush to my head

and it's the kind of blush that needs to be kissed away
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but you're not here
basil Sep 2020
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i boiled down all my water
to make room in the cupboards for apathy
but i've been using it in every recipe
and nothing is never hot enough
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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
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