You don’t say happy birthday anymore.
Claire Keane

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if i look back, i am lost
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noise dept.
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@daybreakage
You don’t say happy birthday anymore.
L. V., i hope you're happy but i'll look away if it's not with me [inspired by @luminote]
Księżyc - Klepana
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Edmund Teske, Composite, 1942
Mounted vintage gelatin silver print
via: ClampArt
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Andy Warhol, Orange Car Crash Fourteen Times, 1963
The shill of the diadem scales on the hippest junction,
The mould shone gemstones welted to this speed,
Solid prism a parallelogram arching asunder,
Mute as a rotted spud does.
If I could be queen of the want,
A hamper of ills,
Parenthood look off kilter on the lead,
Where she has her spores and no pilot,
I’d kiss the gumption of disaster.
The gnats hovered to make a quick innocent,
Lit fling in sent squealing the wholesome gag,
Rushed hard to crown an empty chair.
Rubber and ashtone swindled,
She, I, him, you,
Everything shoveled to our balderdash diva,
Sober and intelligent collision,
Day but egged putty dresses,
The consummate mom everywhere,
pledges to get back, To you, you, you.
As you might sniff the collage of marvel appeal,
Under duress a mud guap smitten to tilted piers,
We gave up on the rotating venom,
And called a little more apathy,
To the claim of merriment fashioned by loose faith.
This may seem morose and into my head, like a hatchet unclothed by its need to be witnessed for the slaughter the metal is shaped for. All I ask is for a few messages. They would be appreciated.
Guhhhh the only person who’s ever actually cared enough and put in effort to see me despite challenges was my best friend. Ily @daybreakage 🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀 my wonderful goddess of poetry.
Despite the trip making us both go broke it was so worth it to see u !
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