nothing.

17 jun 22 // 23:12 hrs

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sick of writing my bones out and scrapping it all. i've got nothing.

she's sweet as battery, man...

you kiss an enemy's hand...

no words today, sorry folks, hate to let you down. the ol' brain's run out of juice.

i'll say just one thing

and one thing alone:

my hands are bluish again

from deprivation

(my word! deprive!).

these white knuckles

just don't ache the same

without you.

answer unclear. check back later.

- v.

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