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    • Jul 21, 2020

    love sick

    Love is a form of socially acceptable insanity. Place them in an institution. White walls enclosing in fast. Time will heal what the insanity has brought fourth. But the scars will never fade. Why do we desire it?
    • Jul 14, 2020

    that moment

    Hold my hand when we fall asleep. Forget the world, the far east. Tell me I’m beautiful, for the first time. Tell me you love me, despite the reality. That you dream of me, more often than the rest. How could you? Do to her, what was done to me. Brush it off with a steel-tonged comb through your long thick hair. Unable to move, I stare at the wall. I wake up. Your hand still in mine.
    • Jul 2, 2020

    dried out

    “Dried Out” When a rose can no longer stand straight on its own, You dangle it; bottoms up, to preserve its beauty. At what cost?

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