I don’t write essays. Maybe it’s because I can’t take criticism. Strike that maybe that is a […]
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Your only Neighbor.
I have nothing, But local things To say About you.
Institutionalized Morale.
And then I think, They already have A box for me.
Highlights of an Internal Struggle.
And that Could it be, Me is not The point.
Our Pulse is One.
The violence in a rainbow, Is not without A hope for, Light.
Balloon in a Thunderstorm.
Her wayward thrills, Have taken ill And persuaded hers To metamorphosis.
My Compass is Dizzy.
I thought that I would always, Be there to suffice it close But as it opens up, The pillows are […]
Remains of Populace.
The party of population, Has uttered us into A misheard usher, Of lizard resolution All told onto a catch, That […]
Bruised and Chose.
How an interruption, In an enjoyment Of being safe, Can make me Bruised and Chose My coldness As my own […]
Opaque.
When you are not, Good enough For the one, Who would Make you, Good.
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