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the unbakeable bread
i wish to mold you into a favored bread
bake you until pleasurable consumption
but only one piece of you.
you are not even to be baked. you are not a you
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a feast of Cassava
there is a sweaty girl in the equator
who sits in the fields of her farm, brewing eyes watching the cassava grow
she sits in the refreshing heat, a heat that caresses her cheeks and plagues her mind
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damn you, bill.
the fabric beneath my soles brushes against the concrete
cut and cut by the rough edge of this stone world
i come across a bill
raising it to my nose i breathe life and death,
that faint, mysterious scent that has
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my beautiful lantern
bare feet carve paths into the snow
a fleck of snow lands on my tongue, dissolving in its warmth
flavorless and sweet, the fading taste of candy
the salt of the warmth, the iron of red lakes
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the pin
i roll off from the table
landing in a box filled with hay
finally, i think
i’ve found my rightful place
then i look around
the strings of hay
entangling themselves
i bend myself to fit them
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relentless
a dream, swirling in my tired mind, a sequence of letters makes a word.
my brain aches, an onslaught of countless words and numbers.
Get up, grasp the dream, make it out.
Get up, identify it!
Get up!
Get up!
Loves
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a feast of Cassava
there is a sweaty girl in the equator
who sits in the fields of her farm, brewing eyes watching the cassava grow
she sits in the refreshing heat, a heat that caresses her cheeks and plagues her mind
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I Promise You
I promise you I care
This I know for sure.
I promise you I’m here
Just maybe not to stay.
I promise you I’m fine
Just in my own way.
I promise you I’m trying
I swear I always have been.