like the stories I used to tell to myself there are messages hidden for them to find hiding under tables and the ways I look out the window on long car rides. secrets are tied up in my lips in…
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I used to write love songs. I would run the tips of my fingers over dry earth, my eyes over the trees passing by. Pulling out every word, using the mortality in my thoughts, idealized in eternity. I used large…
enlighten me as to the philosophy that drives your mind, to this interesting, incompatible edge. understandably, I’m not impressed by this thought process. unnecessarily convoluted twisting around turns spiritually, I’m getting polluted. this constant scream and shout I’m feeling drowned…