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Aug 2017
What are your plans this weekend?
Are you free?
See, I thought maybe we could play
like the
night after the day
however many missing years ago
at the
Tiger Army show

Mercy, please, have mercy on me
Hanging long as I have over you,
might think I'd see death as it's coming
but the braid binding my neck blew out my eyes
and left me hanging blind,
left me hanging years for you, as an idea
whose fault?
Whose fault is that?
The more I write, the more I understand I only write my worst ingredients
Zero Nine
Written by
Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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   Ryan Holden
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