Loves
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points
There's a point you can't look for that means you wait; homework tucked away, lips chapped yet somehow unbleeding, socks on in bed the way you never have before.
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New American Elegy
Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on,
The cane we pass off as our leg.
Long live the gods that money trickles down from,
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Beginnings and no endings
- I have not even met all of me left
- The ocean understands a part of me I always keep hidden
- I will always escape to nature and never you
- I keep trying to tell you it's been a while since I've been me
- The less I
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My Head Cold
My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill
Tells me:
‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’
Tells me:
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