How did it come to this, and does it matter? We aim to be gentle, but end up cruel
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It was there that I said a prayer to the brown and blue notebooks of your arms.
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We share a brightness It’s called death in life
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As it is there ought to be a law against this loneliness, the kind you brought without meaning it.
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Alone at last with this damp pain with which I came into being Who knows what I am beyond it, beyond its unease
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Solitude is a gift Say it to yourself under a canopy of phony stars
Gerardo Arteagaciteerde uit3 jaar geleden
I just want to be called out as the greedy whore that I am
Gerardo Arteagaciteerde uit3 jaar geleden
sometimes I think it would be so hot to fuck you with another and other times I know I’m just making the best of a bad situation.
Gerardo Arteagaciteerde uit3 jaar geleden
but you have to march across the span while you can, before winter’s sweet cocoon gets punctured and happiness presents itself as an option, and I have to accept the possibility of another body in my bed.
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I keep wanting to pick up every hard and bright object I find and put it in a Mason jar, then add blue pigment and shake.