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a stumbled fate 
broke steps open
a candied hand 
smooths concrete
until he rises dead 
to find me
placed crowns on his mark
skeletal dreams 
spoke royal hearts
nothing
nothing again
i made this grave


for me

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indigent machines

like fuck you flowers

counting time's wasteful

and i'll love my misery

did you know I need to eat?

newsprints of yesterday

those thoughts exposed

don't translate 

for goodness sake

almost graves

and for what i didn't save

endured nothing

imagin'd disfigured

alive and dead

ps I love you

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nothing speaks

emission arrows

point to my soul

a giant hole

trapping unknown 

comings 

fictitious and wise

forms sigh

a genuine loss

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inches away 

and im skin 

hiding delicate bones

lonely space filled low and 

drugging.

binding eyes

a slow please

feet away and our

limbs twisted in venom

mornings sway 

im kissing your pillow.

make believe

faces hide in the memory

no need for hearts today

not even a dream.

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midnight sections

pieces

living ways 

inbetweens

idle ghosts

sinking 

under lonely

waves

crushing deep

a surface dwells

dead dreams 

nothing to 

keep

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blushing under topless 

hurting catch tosses

see through me

and everything

never moved

it couldnt stay

lost breaths

no hands

no voice

a certain death

gone

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hold on
carry on
grabbing
invisible dates 
gathering
words
something
anything
whatever
please
say 
the right
words

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unpublished thoughts:

we are everything

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wondering knows where the heart follows

simple names rise against nothing

its there, i feel it

i didnt say it

its better this way

there i said it

and now

when you're old 

i know you'll understand 

because 

you reached for my hand

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do i fit in yet? my bones are showing and im hoping i receive some sort of medal
of honor? maybe.
i cant tell how hard im trying or if i could do any better
im just doing it and hoping its the best
theres that word again
i hate it.
it gives me up just as i hold onto its dainty idea
yesterday, today, tomorrow
a longing bought with dreams

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one word is felt 

another is tried

one word is lived

another is a lie

one word wonders

another believes

one word speaks

another ceases

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theres a fly and hes cornering me
a folded page between fingers is aching to speak to him
my hand trembles and im listening to his dull drone
a hypnotizing agony
he understands the uselessness of my fight
cornered against hope and rights
he cant listen to the way i hope
if i move he wont get close
continual buzz buzz buzzing
drowning the peace 
its annoying

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we ran away in this crowd

crying for breaths

sharing this dull holiday

the usual press

between hands 

where we grabbed 

the urge to

go

leaving the clear 

and 

our 

constant in the dark

unknown shows

where misery ends

rolling credits 

i kissed ur hand

and

we left our heartbeats

without a plan

its ok

im forgetting everything