dreams of sleep

art and poetry pictures of bathrooms mostly i guess

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ash

when roses burn they leave the air smelling of rain and death i know this because the only one ive ever loved and ever will love is also the one that i hurt more than any

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Stay Awake

There are hornets on my bench So I sit on the curb with the butterflies The vulnerability is comfortable The sound of the cars whizzing by Helps me sleep The thought of one hitting me Keeps me up

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the soul telephone rings for you

tell me something i've never heard before tell me your secret stories your hell, your paradise let me into your heart for a brief period only i dont take up much space my camera is small my notebook is smaller once i leave you behind you wont feel a thing i will but ill have my story of you did you hear the ringing did you hear my voice do you hear the crackle of telephone silence let it grab you let yourself fall im at the bottom to catch you and yes my bones will break their powder will mix with the blood of my heart and the tissues of my being and you will be safe i will be happy and you will be safe

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gas station bathrooms

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graffiti from the bathroom of the Plaza Taptatia, Chestertown, Maryland. 4/13.