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Insomniac Storm Warning
I’m too old and cold and tired to have time to imagine things like fate and deities and predetermination; karma is privilege of the good, and the universe is just a mass of angry gas
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Four Windows.
Depression is pervasive; it gets deep into your head. It’s not a sign of strength or weakness or malignant character, it simply IS… Sometimes you just need to have acknowledged that yes, there really aren’t enough windows in this place.
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Feel.
my brake lights shot like Walter Scott’s but I’m alright It’s just a warning
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Again.
In the middle of the night he is lit from behind, the glow of the hall light shining through his skin and I want to ask him all the things that end in Yes, the things that someone else with better words and softer, paler edges could spin into the silk of romance and something…
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Shot Gun.
This is where they’ll find you tattered and sore what did you think would happen when you opened (your mouth your eyes) your legs? This is where they’ll find you, painted on smile, don’t open your mouth (your eyes your legs) he’s always been a good boy I heard he had a perfect credit score.…
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Losing October
In my nightmares there is metal everywhere. The little one is hungry, two-dimensional I’m not sure if he’s real or a creation of my imagination and the wires the image projected flat onto the glass — The eyes are still the same. When he was broken, once I carried him and had him cast. I…
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Altar
Let’s make a little altar here from the things that we collected while we walked. Let’s make a little altar from the broken sticks, the colored leaves, the tiny stones that pressed between our palms like everything. Let’s make a little altar from the love notes and the bits of songs the promises and tears…