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a significant stain

a significant stain should be cherished not scrubbed evidence of something happening moss collecting rocks fall slide the devil can be washed over and all memories erase it’s all in the amount of time exposure erodes everything so why add … Continue reading

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go topless more often

i saw the perfect pair of breastsso delicately hung todaythey were that all-natural a or bthat looks good unsupportedthey were sculpted, damn nearso voluptuous and suppleand a bunch of other descriptorsthat make me sound like i’m worshipping rather than objectifyingwhich … Continue reading

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sorrow

needles darts dig a game we’re playing filling in the bottomless pit with the pieces we hack from ourselves and each other to cure it but love and healing aren’t really the same thing they are both forms of caring … Continue reading

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nightmares

long legs dried earth compact there are no lips just bone into milquetoast skin age rumpled deep stains evidence it’s been chewing something something that bleeds relief or terror that it has no obvious sensory equipment but so many legs … Continue reading

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status update

hopeless waffles less hopeless gluten maple sugar fuck me hopeless horseshoe crab out to see something something less hopeless bandages signs point heavy lead sucked out social security fuck me no coverage no signal no point no hand but mine … Continue reading

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tooth skin

april has been a weird month and i didn’t want this to be some analysis but i’m really struggling to come up with something and it’s 11:46 as I’m writing this and i’ve found that the pressure has a way … Continue reading

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nocturnal exhibit

artificial light seeps in from behind the inch-thick pane a crowd flattens into silhouette just for a glimpse but nothing happens this is nothing unusual and the spectacle they say is worth the waiting in the mean there are mutterings … Continue reading

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