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"You can’t separate us, not unless we’re willing to do so."

idk. hasturne miku

It’s never too late

Untitled, 3/5/2026

Stage fright & secular panic

Barren trees, fishnets.

The ground is wet and holds onto too much water. So much so the grass turns yellow and dies.

I could till the land like I till my wrists. Both crawl with worms as I stare into a mirror.

The sky is grey, the clouds move and I stay.

Till my land, grow my roots.

Untitled, 3/22/2026

The weather is clear and warm in the way you always dream of. Patches of spruce between a wave of grey twigs.

Bushes and overgrown pathways viewed through DSLR, as much as you try to hold onto it the quality shifts and warps.

Soft piano through the air falls on your ears and stays.

Untitled, 3/22/2026

I’ve come to realize you couldn’t love me if you tried. Seen as nothing more than a reflection of your own self worth.

Yours to mold, a birthright voodoo doll to poke, prod and kneed like mud.

I do love you, though you left and chose to have a different life, shine for another’s sky.

Love what is new and give what i could not have.

Untitled, near 11/26/25

Small bandits give chase to the dopamine in my lungs.

Six drags slam into my brain to tell me I’m cool.

Huddled over a rosary I see you pray.

Genuflect to each our own small gods.

Fucked up and spinning I crawl on all fours like an effigy of christ.

Reaching the alter I cry.

God comes to touch me

Gods come to relive my sin

Gods and God eat my ego.

Jesus being high at church is weird.

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