#thepitofpassionnnnn

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“Hands make beautiful scenes if you look.”

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“Experiencing a landscape in person for the first time”

-e.m.b.

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Words I would blend made only poignant mixtures of torment. Resurfacing now, old, stained, smudged copies of dejection, but it is not the same as when first created; it is not agony when I taste it. Instead I clutch this gross batter with bare hands and wring it clean of: self-loathing, hopelessness, isolation, grief, heartache, sorrow. It is a recipe for beautiful poetry, and a damned soul, and a damned soul I am no longer.

e.m.b.

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I am not as marvelous as the ocean waves when they linger so slightly on the sandy shore; but I can still make toes curl, and send shivers down spines, with words that quietly maneuver in a heavy ebb.

e.m.b.

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“Release Form”

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A Haiku About Double Standards

fuck double standards

I can kiss a lot of boys

and make boxers drop

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ive missed writing poetry…glad to be back at it

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I just want to drink coffee and die.

e.m.b.