Tag: poem
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rip ||instant gratification||
something is scraping up the inside of my ribcage tapping the bone for maple syrup seeping out a brown glossy shimmering nectar concentrated sugar I hate using the word should and I’ve already written this one a million times but here I am writing it again sad I’m tired of more time passing and then…
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guess it must be autumn again
at times the evenings feel like acid wash decay, personal microcosms with windows sealed shut and the incessant patter of rain like ice swirling around a summer drink tipped over and poured down the sink, grinding in the disposal all the way down. there are moments where I don’t think i’m real because I’ve entered…