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Release a spiral cord of word and number wound tight into code-- mode of the disseminate the dissegregate fall of sound into touch; forms and..

I lie next to you and wonder

Our love is like disco. There is no hope of its return. And we were too young to understand it anyway.

Anger shaded blue then breathes white in its purity-- cold precision swirls down the rabbit hole and tickles my eyes like shame. I leap years ..

Love, you s**t! Every day I fight against your gentle floods to preserve my angry spark. Can't that be enough? Be a stranger to me! ..

I'm late again for the acting class I never signed up for but they keep sending me the bill so here goes: I'm not the lucid thinker your moth..

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Love dies arrives in little ways that's also how it arrives dies

There is no black or wrong or right white only a [vast] G R E Y hunting ground.

Every day I come home hopeful then find his toothbrush is still here