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Dust is collecting on the plans I had,And all the goals I made,They sit on the shelf, rotting and tearing away.
1 week 1 day ago
A universal donor who couldn’t save me
His blood flows through my veins
1 week 1 day ago
A universal donor who couldn’t save me
His blood flows through my veins
1 week 1 day ago
I wear XL shirts and baggy pants,
and only own shoes two sizes too big for my feet.
1 week 1 day ago
The Ancestral Pen
when passing down
to heirs apparent
is thus endowed
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You call it life.
I call it game.
You call it love.
I call it lust.
You call me strange.
1 week 2 days ago
I carry may layers
bone, blood, skin
The straits beneath my sleeves have dried
1 week 2 days ago
Spreading like covid
your words it infects
Through vowels into consonants
1 week 2 days ago