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a body sloppily strung together
flesh of bent-up beaded bones and naked questions
the preservative flavor
and the aching point that speaks at night
between the teeth
as a bed drenched in bad habits
sails through the dream-sweat ocean
meanwhile, a rattling spaceship returns to earth
carrying the unseen heart of you
in a twisted up plastic bag
like a fish from the fair
and when you pry yourself open,
the body begs no
please
you wipe your hands on your pants
a mechanical action
to dissuade the choice of it all
the choice
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William
yes. I joined this site a few days ago, hoping to find some indication the huge, productive assembly of poets/writers that existed on myspace 2006-2011 would be here. And there you are. It took a lot of searching, but there you are. Thank you for posting. Thank you for sharing. It's encouraging to see the environment has attracted people who understand the craft.
oh boy wait until you see my bulletins lmao
by ✿blush puppy; ; Report
lol. bulletins don't scare me. it's where they might lead which causes the click finger to tremble. bulletin away! bring the work! good stuff.
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Lordking Byron
Please get this published!
hrh eliott!
And when you pry yourself open
The body begs no
Please
absolutely broke me in the best way. Your use of imagery is so next level.
Jack Raven
I love this. So descriptive
🖤
jacob
so talented!
Kathleen
I have a bed drenched in bad habits, I tried to wash the sheets once and ended up washing my phone with it.
probably was an inadvertently healthy move.