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My heart is a small, shady motel, the pink of my lips blink against my white vacant smile. vacant, vacant. I can hear all th..

narrative-kinda style poem

a rhyming poem that I hate S

saw an image of crows on a chimney while driving, chanted some lines to myself til I got home and wrote this in 5 minutes..

lol I dont even know with this one... let's hope it's decent :|

longing n not being able to say hello

opium as a healing agent and the realizations that came behind it. step 1 in getting better is to realize

Comfort of alcohol

stream of conscious thought,

very short poem