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sleep it's a wonderful thing i know exactly how your jaw meets your ear and how your jaw meets your neck and how your neck loves to be kissed bitten i know the shape of your every breath the tones in your voice when you speak how the corners of your mouth crinkle when you smile how your hair falls just next to your eyes how you love to hold » Continue Reading
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a birdcage made of ribs. one, the ribs are open, split in the middle, bleeding, but the bird is free. two, the ribs are the cage, tightening, the bird is stuck, » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
static shocking through the veins, acid bubbling beneath the skin. moths attacking the stomach lining, fluttering to the throat, carbon monoxide filling the lungs, distracting from the present, focus on the coldness of the back, back of the neck, launched into the fu » Continue Reading
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cracks strike the drywall like a constellation, the gemini zodiac, i run my fingers through, picking up dust, let me hold you. 21/10/2021 » Continue Reading
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sometimes people like to make themselves sick. maybe they like being anaethatised? needles and hugs roses and sharp throught the skin. i don't think i've ever been sick enough, at least not to be hospitalised. you can ask for help all you like but it takes seventeendaysathousandscarsahundredtriesanem » Continue Reading
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i remember when you burnt bacon in the kitchen. you couldn't have burnt the bacon, it wasn't even burnt, still pink. how could you be so fucking stupid? how do you burn bacon? just learn to fucking cook, you're so stupid. i hate you. maybe if i had bought you a different frying pan, you wouldn't have burnt it. » Continue Reading
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you're only a dreamer if you stay up late, but have early mornings, coffee and pondering for breakfast, lunch with a friend in the morning, a friend for lunch... early mornings in the afternoon, sunsets and pen ink for dinner (oh, and breakfast in the afternoon). la » Continue Reading
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6am sweat rolling off the forehead like raindrops, coating the skin. screaming summernightsbonfirescreamingscreamingscreaming. the tension, no, sweetness of a hello. the tension, no, BITTERNESS of a goodbye. sweat, a dream falling out of the mind, a thought laying dead in the softness of your mindear » Continue Reading
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