I think it’s something about your handwritingsofree flowinglike how the lettersflow, slowly, together.What else flows; my mindto you over drunk conversationswhere shadows dance from candlelightand my lips buzz to tell you everything […]

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Iwrap and wrap and wrapmyself in grandmother blanketsduring thesilver and gray and white winter butI unwrap and unwrap and unwrapmyself during thesticky and stagnant summers when middle-aged menforget the pictureof their kidsmiling wideas they […]

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Waver on. Undeniablyunevenand notunderstoodbut justcontinue;press on.Blood willstream on and on down translucent tacky, dullfaces toreplace tearswith fearsbut keepon; you’re safe. safe. But maybejust maybeit’s all forabsolutely nothing nothing exhaustedextinguishedyour brainraw and ripewill want will needto escapefreedomfinallysmear it along therough tough […]

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