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 |    13.1k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
While we're being handled, spun on our chairs with fancy words whirling 'round, better strap yourself in. It's a nauseous ride, if you're going to get to the other side. 7.21.21 a date that is twice divisible by itself. what I call an 'inanity', or one of my inanities. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lumped In: Awakenings I cut my heart out and hand it toward them. Stupid boy. Put it back in. We only need your blood. The eels slither, smile, caress my flesh, soundless, suck, suck. Leaches. I’m supposed to enjoy this. We like your taste. We’d like more. I’m learning this is my giving, wither and pale, grow scales defenseless against the swarm. 7.25.21 Decompressing thoughts to phone on road trip today. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- about me, mostly one day i will knock upon your door where you reside to say hi looking for answers to complete one mission in life a journey for answers and why i had to come all this way to understand me and you |
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