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Mar 2017
you're starting to hate me
just like everyone else.

•i think they call that desire or lust or love or some semblance of it all combined beneath the underbelly of my pet, bleached whale.

•you only hurt when you bleed; i used bleed to hurt. a solemn past that numbs me into a governed silence.

•once upon a time...i saw you see me first. i should start forgetting that before it becomes a tail I wag in my own puppy-young's face.
why am i even sick right now.
Marie-Niege
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