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*Cut, Cut, Paste:
The fiction we live
Rock, Paper, Scissors:
The final hit
Too soon to laugh
Nothing leaves this room
An unbearable month
Of hibernation sickness
(And the scars to prove it)
The vulture culture
Flown in as an act of God
Pass the flask
Release the pressure
One last verse of the school song
From clinically depressed cheerleaders
No glad tidings to pour down
One another's throat
No gift to bring
To a day late friend
No fiery romance
From touring a factory of embers
Him vs. distance
Her vs. altitude
Nothing handmade
Nothing genuine
Just the quiet shakes
Disguising mistakes with goodbyes*
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
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*Cut, Cut, Paste:
The fiction we live
Rock, Paper, Scissors:
The final hit
Too soon to laugh
Nothing leaves this room
An unbearable month
Of hibernation sickness
(And the scars to prove it)
The vulture culture
Flown in as an act of God
Pass the flask
Release the pressure
One last verse of the school song
From clinically depressed cheerleaders
No glad tidings to pour down
One another's throat
No gift to bring
To a day late friend
No fiery romance
From touring a factory of embers
Him vs. distance
Her vs. altitude
Nothing handmade
Nothing genuine
Just the quiet shakes
Disguising mistakes with goodbyes*
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