Category: Poetry
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it’s never impressive to take inspiration from (oat) milk cartons
I can’t catch a breathe!This cider is too heavy;my lungs resemble Chevy’s(powdered on indescribable empathy.) I can’t get away!long lasting suffering isat stake. I ate away atthe levies; shit, the doctor wants to see me again. “Pornography is an ally,” say the white bastards who lay dead. I ain’t afraid of getting a kick in…
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A poem about love.
Give us a resounding struggle, one filled with angst and a lotof passionand oh, pleasedon’t forget superstition!Leotards melting in a spring afternoon,raindrops nestle into your footprints;like a wool sweater burrowing itself into my arms, I swallowyour breath whole.I loved a man so much thathe called me apathetic. He’s still around, walking the deserts,basking,waiting.