Category: 365 Collection
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I am my own tapeworm, stuck inside myself.
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elongated shadows on the periphery of sunset panoramas, anonymous
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The film wrapped. His visa expired, but he remained by faking a British accent and taking a job under the table
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every day break the sludge: caffeine, wine, rapping
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A touch of yellow sets off the light on my forehead, where hair doesn’t cast a shadow.
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Side by side we contemplate Until, moldering unashamed, We are carried away.
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Your first words, first steps trembling on uncertain ground become false teeth and a walker
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I know my bags were filled with scraps of anger still sharp enough to cause a paper cut on my hands
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He struggled to compose himself, while I watched. Some things never change.
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You didn’t plan on icy rain touching your skin so unpleasantly. So rudely, really.
