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Mote 1d
it's sunday in god's bleeding dream
what is this
i ask god
the bloodiest church in the timeline

god doesn't laugh
my jokes aren't good
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Mote 4d
Untitled
i’m sick.

fear replaces clarity with clarity. lost poems.

lost poets.
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Mote Apr 19
dust
had our timelines not converged
think of the god
i'd have been fed to
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Mote Apr 15
Untitled
i don't need god, i tell god.
i need a surgeon and money.
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Mote Apr 10
(the heavy terror of haunted light)
god says, look.
like an ant in my kitchen,

you were born
the moment i noticed you.
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Mote Apr 9
Untitled
the hand of hurt
has long fingers
and sharp nails
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Mote Apr 5
Untitled
it's morning in the morning after city.
i am hunted, all night, through suburbia.
i won't lie.
it's my favorite dream.
there are no safe places to prey
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