Category: November 2024
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duskalwaysthese aren’t the dayswalk in tompkins moving eastI can always hear itthese aren’t my waysseamless smilesI stick aroundwho thought I would ready to sufferagain better deeperI surrender myself there’s a pain in the eyesand there’s air here tooarms length in the groundconstant chatterunearthed cursed namesnever mine to giveanother reason to fearbut another to love
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how many times have I been born? red overgrowtha dying sun setting on the pruning of how it washidden in the glowunder aging starsfinding humor in galaxial simmering an unnamed colorliving on the green border I whispered to myself “I could live here” believing here was a place to accept which was a starved hardened…
Tenement 