I’m coming anew in my pinkness And caressing my supple heartstrings With saccharine treats Standing tall in the pink pleather shoes That I thrifted last…
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A wave smacks against a rock. An impulse of anger, the mannerism of motion in shock. How dare it be confined to the sea And…
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I am perpetually stuck in honey And lapping up the sickly sweet Nectar, stringing it between My teeth Wading into the well Warming my…
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I’m pressing my hand to the clean glass window. Watching the fog around my Smeared fingerprint recoil into itself. Dissipating, Disintegrating As if it was…