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Dec 2015
the trap, i think,
is letting your body trick you
into believing that there
could possibly be
anything more interesting going on

the trap
is to let an artist tell you
that any poem can improve on silence

or that there is anywhere else in the world
but the soft pink where her lip
melts into her chin

we waste life chasing infinity
but god, its this!
not these
its this
Written by
tommy  ny
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