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basil Dec 2020
cig
i don't smoke as much as i write about smoking
a cigarette just paints a better picture than a pen
when you're too broken to do anything but pull out a lighter
basil Dec 2020
i found a poem at the bottom of
a cup of coffee
it looked an awful lot like you
and smelled like a promise

but my hands shook so bad
i never wrote it down
i
*******
miss
you.

****.
basil Dec 2020
everthisng feelmss lkie a
typo
i need you to make sense of it for me

14.12.2020
basil Dec 2020
i have a scar, on the inside of my wrist
not from a blade

it's from my own fingernail
that time i tried to peel my skin off
tired, so tired, of being a
person

i told everyone it was from the curling iron
it still hurts sometimes.

14.12.2020
basil Nov 2020
i immortalized you
and you don't even know
to,, you. i guess. i miss you. and the idea of you. is it okay to miss both?
basil Nov 2020
i rip open my skin
not much different than i rip the band aids off of it
tossing it aside in much the same way

thirsty for the secrets my body is keeping from me
so disappointed that i have a Physical Form
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