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who's still there?
one thing I have is a cavern of savage sadness and I'd rather not have this conversation
no zen for the hell-bent. or the precarious soothspeakers or the vicarious sin eaters
uncomfortable like unable to be comforted treadless headache and the smell of burning rubber
the OCD and anxiety make for a nasty long shower tens of terrible thoughts to think before I can sing anything to calm the conscience
place your bones in a pile for now it's not nearly as silly as it sounds the horizon glares unkindly
first year
stand clear for here comes the ample trampling a handful of these teasers are professionals and unintentional vandal phenomena with a handle on everything no handle on anything no one holds a candle to the mad house
if you are out there I am alive evolution takes ebbing and there has been atrophy
there was coughing in chaos now sweetness in settling
purr says the furnace for the most interesting face in the room
you there, sticky-handed apple-eater naked chubby autumn birthday child
beware the presentation
your soft circle eyes are giving you away as open and doleful everybody knows you’re too cozy to be chosen
a new tattoo reminds me I'm old again and I own up to a future of forgiving myself I have a soft section of soul for an opposition who knows their mistake
smile like you’re leaving remember me in earnest long term concern
and I grow anxious to the sound of my pacing I cannot picture my own face
I fear I- I feel I missed that bit about my bottom line and looking out for only mine when it comes down to it it comes down on me
soul as cold as Ahab's hands to weather a center like mine
dirt for dinner crow for dessert I spilled your soul soup and I broke the slow cooker I am so sorry I could not be like you