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Feb 2022
My earrings rusting in my hand,
The Honduras president was arrested for ******* possesion.
Seek out your hands, a coinless negotiation.
Eyes around me too pretty to be open and shoned over,
Lighting up the lighter in my pocket, I'm so much older...
Than I have ever dreamed I'd be.
I have lived in cities never councious what a ******,
Of crows crowing under their breath another-
Day passes, I'm dead but never buried.
People watching keeping me starry eyed, a sonder of no pretenses-a kind of high-my
Bones have learnt the shape of suffering,they're left-
Bent yeatly, seems like I'm loving it.
Loving my veins being carresed through my skin and the ilussion of a dream-loving
Anything but me thinking smoking breathing in the will
To go on.
Alone, you're telling me I made myself alone,
to learn to love without being alone.
hahah...
they never end.
stranger
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