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Sep 2016
i'm screaming.
can you hear me?
i'm screaming.
but i'm screaming calmly.

there's a ringing in my head,
maybe from last week's hangover.
my cheeks seem to be perpetually tear-
stained with ink.

i like to look in the mirror.
my nose seems flatter than usual today;
i guess pinocchio was just a fairytale.

built a home in a basement;
never thought that i'd need the light


days fall away, one after
another, and i smoke five cigarettes
before the pack burns out.

it can outrun me, you know.
dusk
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dusk  huntington beach, ca
(huntington beach, ca)   
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