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You really hated it when I made that your ringtone in high school, but hey look now it actually fits ¯_(ツ)_/¯

No bones to pick when you’re the spineless kind and you pay no mind.

I heard your keys jingle as a stranger shot me side eyes passed by under greenhouse lights in a garden grown 10,000 miles away from home- alone,..

Torn between the lake & the land like a god damn ampersand and it’s getting out of hand, body asunder, hungry for a sense of wonder that SL..

Swallow me as the sea, brine and algae, gracile and mean, clean- carbonated- ..

Just letting go of some things

I've lost the point again- please drip it back into my lackluster excuse for serotonin for f**k's sake call me in the morning my hydro-caloric ..

Slipping never slid so well over the glaze in your eye; the grout between your consonants cut short by moistened wrists and the salt of another lon..

Drip. Drop. Drip. We sip- it slips- we slipped- Cut lips beg with a "f**k" and "forget it" and we sip- dripping electric without being lit, c..

You once told me that imagery was alive in the poise of lit cigarettes and tetanus swing sets and individuals full of malcontent- I don&r..