this isn't real. My eyes have deceived me for the last time!
[Woe is me! Miserable woman that I am! Who will save this body undergoing this death?]
You can take your food of gods and shove them in someone else's throat; for I, yes, for I will not have you.
OH, MY BODY, I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MEAN!
just a youngling draft
there's no heaven or hell in outer space
and it's hard to live
we share plants and animals
and the sea with the earth, yet we both have never seemed so lonely
now with them out of our way,
our dreams can finally come true
doug yule's melody webs its way into the entirety of these halls,
and the rain shadows it while the leaves on the trees resembles a forest
unfinished drafts 3
Recently, songbirds have been fleeing me,
and the rites of spring hasn't been comforting.
Now the end of September falls unto us, and it was your birthday
two days ago.
Though, you won't remember anything that happened in El Paso,
in March, in my stomach.
And the past, you say, still haunts you.
more scrapped drafts
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