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amnesia
wrap your laced-up fingers around my throat like you don’t want to breathe,
hold my pupils in your palms. do you want to smile?
amnesia. the brain doesn’t like the watercolour poem of my skeletal frame,
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fighter
once i sat down on the curb and told you, love, these things aren't what we're used to.
we're stop signs like angels circulating (don't breathe, don't move)-
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When You Are No Longer Young
I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of
sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green
marsh I call (uselessly)
home.
My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices
saying
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3 : 0 0 A M
solar-soft night because i stayed up whispering non-existent melodies to the dreaming clouds,
pierced the veil of daybreak with needle-sharp notes-
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We, the Starry-Eyed Escapists
The tips of our earbuds
Like closed-up flowers, echoing the melodies of drawn-out words
Connect, bone spurs on a spinal cord,
Pure and pearl-white in the midnight
Underneath the sun-bright lone street lamp on 4th Avenue
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a mirror to your face, a prickle to your nape
We all hold hands with murderous intent
tra
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the line between good and evil
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