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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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  • 1 [To understand:; first you must be understood]. I do not owe you anything to explain this to you. 2 At first, the goal was simply to outrun my green trophies with Gold:; then silver:; then bronze. 3 Thus, was not achieved yet. 4 I am not leaving AP; I have not left. 5 & in saying that
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  • 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
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  • stasis on November 15
    Thank you for the fave
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    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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