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You can never be sure of when you… You can always be sure that you wi… And while every breath can still b… What reason is that to stop having… A woman so central, a woman so str…
Springing down, upon and forth to… There is no other to say where and… To begin, confused and saying his… His destruction’s begun without th… This word’s manifest his disconten…
Sonder I ponder Clearly the day drifts on and wear… Of elegant decay. What’s that, you say? You too?
It’s been a minute since I’ve wri… Afield of flowers Blooming in the folds of places Spaces between my thoughts, my ear… In tears I saw her veil piercing…
Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…
Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C
“Why can’t you just fucking take i… You’d think the metallic bat in yo… You’d think it might be that loade… You might even question if I’m di… I don’t swing that way but swings…
Last night I existed as A twilight’s avenging angel. Wandering the wilderness Existing in a state of bliss Confusion lending me its hand -
Whereupon the words oft spoken Love, torment, grief. Tis better, it has been said, To be tormented instead By an endless winter of grief
In her they see a beauty sought; i… Her happiness a fallacy wrought; y… Please, goddess of life, explain t… Allow yourself to realize that you… to be won in a contest, let loose…
There is always time you’ll never… Stacks of newspapers, tupperware a… Staring back at my listless eyes Despising the rising of layers of… Rusted unto an otherwise strengthe…
Spritely darting to and fro A sunshine’s glimmer, toe to head Unexpected directions here to shim… It’s dimmer on the edges of a tran… She welcomes me in her mischief
Say it to me slow because I could… Why the fuck your words made a dif… On the apocalyptic nature of your… Publicly lambasting me for what it… Slipped into the cracks of a fonde…
I’ve felt a target, punctured and… Spun into a web of deceit and hate And I’d like to congratulate All those that came before Knelt down like a whore
I started a rhyme Then a thought chimed in And another And another So I thought about my thought