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ten years
have come and passed
and I can still
feel you in my skin
crawling into muscle fibers
and spaces in between
I've abandoned the sound
the melodies that blackened the sky
that i can no longer bear to hear
bare basements
are filling with creatures
I've forced out of this cave
self-mutilated humanesque
misfits i no longer find attractive
but I'm tortured, a magnet
to your metal heart
static that i see
coming through my head
and going to your brain
carving my name
into the gray
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swing dance
with your heart
in your pants
and your pants
on the floor
and your shirt
on the chair
and your head
in the air
with your hands
on my waist
and my waist
shooting flames
and your hands
set ablaze
heavy eyelids
pulsing necks
beautiful sounds
beautiful sex
and it was
so warm
that we fell
in slumber
and it was
so warm
that we fell
in love |
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| I feel a familiar
tickle in my throat
sitting in a cold bath
my left eye twitching
and feeling around
for my collarbone
savoring the happiness
I once felt
just a glimmer
of fleeting good
and to scratch
my own back
comes a
numbness
through my fingers
like a lonely dove
resting on the highest branch
of the tallest tree
looking down
at the ground
with a broken wing
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i think it's love
but i look at you
and see the stars
drinking on mars
venus on my feet
blocking streets
with my fucked up beat
heads on a sign
chopped fresh
no less just mess
flooded by saltwater
slutwater saltwater
that my tongue tasted
it was bitter
tearful litter
i make hearts cold
my tight grip
loose hold |
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| I'm lost in the medical forest
where the trees sprout
narcotic candy
where everyone's pupils
are always dilated
and everyone is at peace
as long as the supply
is still at plenty
we pick at the branches
like blueberry farmers
and store them quickly
inside our mouthes
the dancers celebrate
and the sloths enjoy
mesh with the dirt
and the leaves
and the clouds
nothing is mundane
in the medical forest
only at the final hour of each day
when gravity releases it's hand
and we all lay in somber
and we think to ourselves
I could spend eternity
in this. I wrote this while looking in a mirror.
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in the land of irony
I've found the light
and I've grasped it
in my fucking hands
nothing ever so handled
as this
there is a reflection
in my hopeful eyes
and a new radiance
set upon my once
expressionless face
but retraction is pending
an experience that pulls
the glowing features of my face
and discovery has stemmed
that life is but a fleeting butterfly
the beauty that's chased
and for a moment one lands
in my blessed hands
only to depart soon after
great relief comes in a chemical form
and graces my extinct presence
as I reluctantly run down the singular path
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square eye
low smile
with every inch
with every cinch
corset calls
stringy slurrs
I hate your words
fascist birds
like a snake
like a dove
cozy catch
healing match
standing hair
my legs are dull
the rope is pulling
you're not moving
hollow mind
wretched soul
slowly sinking
i'm not breathing |
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