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cut

I perform the cut sporadically, but religiously whenever I look behind or within or when I embrace the dark you see, pain is fabricated love is too with careful training we create homeostasis magic is a filter pairing well with … Continue reading

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love is supernatural

to love is to believe  in swirly twirly fairies ghost ghouls and goblins magic in the sunshine and terror in the night

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man

she posted a picture of her lover asleep in their bed his eyes closed in serene bliss face toward the lens, a witness to the tender vulnerability and all I saw was a smelly man mouth open potentially soiling  the … Continue reading

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most

it has it turns but it’s better than most and the jazz carries through the kitchen while you glow under the light last year we were miles away heads spinning from the beginnings drunk on the chemicals deluded with optimism … Continue reading

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fear

there is fear in our faces, our silence we spend the days like friends the nights like strangers our limbs barely brushing as we sleep side by side I think we needed a life vest (I know I needed the … Continue reading

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B

I cried because the snake ate the mice shining shimmering scaled serpent  slithering in the limelight the villain gets the applause the villain gets the crown better a villain than the devil you don’t know and may the mice know … Continue reading

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if 

if you really are in love truly without a doubt I am rooting for you let your bones and muscles be strong to chase the prize to the end of the earth always just beyond arm’s reach you can almost… … Continue reading

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goblins

I believe in goblins ghosts, gouls, and men  lurking in corners, dancing in shadows they knock at your door you close your eyes and they come closer you squeeze them tight they’re in your ear

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turtle

the sun sets on what is familiar and the wolves fall in line who am I to question who am I to persuade if my day comes (and I pray and pray it may it may) I’ll remain a spark … Continue reading

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low

the desert will remain the same the claw, the stinger, the knife he kisses me when he’s high he runs when he’s low he runs when he’s high he runs when he’s low but his hand is always on my … Continue reading

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