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i spit out the few teeth i lost in thatfight three years agonow, in the middle of a conversationabout absolutely nothingand nobody reallysays anything..
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Charlotte Griffiths - don't ask me (please)i forget about you most days in bigage of adult. things get easierlike that.you don't bother me anda part o..
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Charlotte Griffiths - piece of the pieeveryone's still arguing theiropinion and makingplan to attack andi'm just smoking a cigarettewith the localdrun..
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POEM - Charlotte Griffiths - consistently cruelthere's not a lot to find when youstop looking. i think youwanted me to convince you isaw only reason t..
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white noise - Charlotte Griffithsthe gland in my own arm swellsuntil it is almost the size of a golf ball, therain falls and autumn kicks slowlyinto c..
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the distance we walked to find ourselves was not enough.we sit in dark alleys and burn butts down to the nub in hopesof burning our fingers andwe wait..
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the streets burn.everything burnsbut still the words won't come. i havelost every sense of significance to the firesthat took all the homes iloved, an..
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we sit afront a raging ocean, the closest
I have been to home since I left it, catching
sand slipped beneath bent fingers
and bruised legs, c..
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into myself, I empty an entire bottle of honesty,
watch as the tap drips gently and soon oozes
a thick, rich blackness, a darkness I’ve kn..
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I have closed my
eyes to similar
sights and I walk
among smoked streets
I do not know in
what I hope is
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