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Dec 2018
i don't like
to be upbeat
time is killing
i'm in the sheets
i don't like
to be awake
time is wasting
there goes the sun
so, hello, moon
you missed me?
i've been missing you
weighted words
won't leave
my lips
even in whispers
the absent
voice goes
missing
then, unnoticed, when
you make the ink run.
For gibs. Mouths and words again. You have a point.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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     Fawn, --- and jza aguilar
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