I’d tell you that I Feel small without you, that my Throat hurts without you.
Prose & Cons
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fill the space with yourselves. define your experience by your own words. precedent eats [ ] like u / spit out the self like…
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they came from the hole in the sea spiral tails break through foamy waves they came to rejuvenate our ways and they came to take…
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The body is a painting In that it can be misleading Misleading to the eye All that matters Is what’s in the eye of the…
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Sticks and stones may not break my bones But they sure as shit Can’t make a nest Without what comes naturally Chickadee, chickadee …
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Outskirts of Ithaca, New York If you find the small Gold heart in the grass once more, Keep it for yourself.
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Definition of Enchantment: When one finds themself in a state similar to being under a spell. Or in other words, magic. “What do you ever…
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There is no need. I know How the much the moon weighs At night when you’re alone And how ugly the sun feels On your…
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Reaching my hands out, cold air to feel Seeing the autumn leaves fall from the trees So much more color now, So much more to…
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I stood outside the building, feeling like some shit-eating, hard-boiled detective I’d seen before in an old black-and-white film, my overcoat billowing in the unwelcoming nighttime air.…