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“If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.”
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We'll paper-maché our souls together
and paint the world in orange;...
   Never Fall in Love
 
 
 
"I never knew how sweet stale cigarettes were
until you mixed them with cake batter
& taught me how to be a child..."
   Exodus
 
 
 
 

"Wrinkles were for the old,
just like memories -
becuse who would want to remember?"

   Mango Memories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                           Tranquil[ity]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad

impersonation of myself.”



 

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  • November 27, 300 words. Me only.
  • Children spread laughter through their toes and out their mouth; what makes it maintain is their lack of knowledge to the situation. They are not selfish, nor are they selfless. They are just living. I want to go back when nothing else mattered but the amount of mud that would leak through my hair and cake itse
    November 25, 200 words. 4 comments, Add one?
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  • stasis on November 15
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  • stasis on November 13
    I don't know how I haven't added you to my favorites yet. You're amazing.
  • folkmonster- : ♥. on November 12
    there is a relatable familiarity to all of your poetry.
    it makes me think when i read it.
    really, more than think.
    it makes me feel.
    like something i've felt somewhere else before.
    sort of like bukowski.
    && a much better version of dirty- pretty poetry.
    i like it.
    ♥.

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