admissions are addictions afflictions
aardvarks were the first



to
admit
it
?










...
..
.

there were more than
half
an
tear
could
you drop
me in an
whole
ask
if
?










...
..
.

Love her like your ideal love
Like the dream of how she’ll love you
But an ideal is not an excuse for this
You must explain what love means to you

Writers block is a state of mind

Pour yourself out
Fill your cup
And caffeinate

Don't ****
But live the time

A man
Falls always from his pen again
And rolls a thought into a distant hand

As stories
Ever meant to pass
Are passed by
With the hope of hopes

That in someone else's world
His words will last

if we were born
of
the
dead
we get born again in the spirit
this shell is my womb
giving birth

my past intentions be past
what I wash my hands from doesn't make my hands clean
it is when the dust is all gone
we learn to breathe

the dust on my feet
is no different from me
if
i
choose
not to believe

we know ashes feel the heat


if
we were
born



of
the
dead
?









...
..
.

she folded her tongue
around my
wooden
fence
post
dreams
we can still
feel her scream
she folds her
tongue
?









...
..
.

they were running around
in
the
bushes

had an hoarse wreck

he dusted of her eye lashes



with



his








i's
that
was the
other her
your
delusional


you skipped
an line
an
line
she read on

he felt her eyes
my favorite clolour
we would tell you
but
then
you would
want her too

if
you listen
you can't
hear
an
sound

in the deepest darkest
jasmind blue
they were
tanning
around
?













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