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Jan 2021
yue
siken’s never mentioned this.
this dread that climbs up my throat and makes you repulsive to see.
i’m going to scratch my eyes out.
and you’re going to watch, bloodied fingernails and broken corneas.

just for today, the grass whispers.
only for today,
the moon’s for you to want.

i wouldn’t hate anything more.
i'm so tired.
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