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these long lines of me have begun to curl and split along small vulnerable points -separating- till i stand blank as bone .. but then you too peel away your palimpsest new page new tone driven by us a place where my alone is not read into where your sidelong gaze allows for this core ruin of mine to be unknown and unknowable scribbled sick blue skies gray clouds somersault and lick eater of hue it cannot be deleted it cannot be scried   this is the waste we do not wait around for to be fixed it is a space where margins are let in as is and i no longer feel written down
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
this will never be written
these long lines of me have begun to curl and split along small vulnerable points -separating- till i stand blank as bone .. but then you too peel away your palimpsest new page new tone driven by us a place where my alone is not read into where your sidelong gaze allows for this core ruin of mine to be unknown and unknowable scribbled sick blue skies gray clouds somersault and lick eater of hue it cannot be deleted it cannot be scried   this is the waste we do not wait around for to be fixed it is a space where margins are let in as is and i no longer feel written down
dm micklow
mike-dm
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
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