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For some reason I felt compelled to share with others, strangers I guess, I never met them. Strangers then. Compelled to share with them you. To prove to people who never knew us that I loved you. That we were lovers. I wonder if I harp on that word too often. Bet I do. I do. I connected the misery of your loss into The Antlers - Hospice. In some cowardly preoccupation with signaling the virtues of a luminous man I pretended in due process. Much of me as you must understand. You were a woman and a girl. And I forced myself under to suffer in some actual mourning. So a world built on my word. My hands need rest. My mind needs rest. I want to stop. I'd swallow a breathful of Plath-itudes. If it'd quieten the lore of some rolling hill of you. Somewhere scrawled in a red oak desk, Borders and plyings a mess. I likened you to a spectre. For a literal in lieu Why can't I let up off myself. Why won't I accept love. You are the woman protagonist in a fiction And only your performance merits applause.
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Lysergic Hospice
For some reason I felt compelled to share with others, strangers I guess, I never met them. Strangers then. Compelled to share with them you. To prove to people who never knew us that I loved you. That we were lovers. I wonder if I harp on that word too often. Bet I do. I do. I connected the misery of your loss into The Antlers - Hospice. In some cowardly preoccupation with signaling the virtues of a luminous man I pretended in due process. Much of me as you must understand. You were a woman and a girl. And I forced myself under to suffer in some actual mourning. So a world built on my word. My hands need rest. My mind needs rest. I want to stop. I'd swallow a breathful of Plath-itudes. If it'd quieten the lore of some rolling hill of you. Somewhere scrawled in a red oak desk, Borders and plyings a mess. I likened you to a spectre. For a literal in lieu Why can't I let up off myself. Why won't I accept love. You are the woman protagonist in a fiction And only your performance merits applause.
listened to The Antlers - Hospice while on LSD and wrote this poem about a darling woman i abused and lost
#lsd#lysergic#antlers#hospice#sylvia#love#loss#suicide#summertime
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M/Appalachian born
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
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