madness took my mother’s purse. I can’t find anything in it that isn’t the information which led the student of history nowhere. one eye is a double agent and the other
a suicide pill. availability repeats itself. angels marry. I am directed to stand-in for what the future is a shadow of.
his women are made of sand
but wash prematurely
ashore
carrying broken babies that stomach the glass ocean. we share a friendship
charm, an ***** and a bleak outlook
for the featureless face.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
madness took my mother’s purse. I can’t find anything in it that isn’t the information which led the student of history nowhere. one eye is a double agent and the other
a suicide pill. availability repeats itself. angels marry. I am directed to stand-in for what the future is a shadow of.
his women are made of sand
but wash prematurely
ashore
carrying broken babies that stomach the glass ocean. we share a friendship
charm, an ***** and a bleak outlook
for the featureless face.
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