dog eared.
Hurtbefitting that i made that deviation in january about him dying soon.
not to mention one of my best friends died a year ago today as well.
"when winter comes next year i'll be holding on to anything nailed down"
i'm going to be a mess today.
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battery lifei caught you enveloped in a hustling pattern somewhere near college & state my stomach did a back flip and landed somewhere near my knees, climbed back up my spare ribs & folded itself neatly back between arteries. i imagine presenting my heart to you, wrapped in ribbons & bows; & you, with your cautious fingers, speculating an unresponsive muscle. this was my gift for you, after dry heaves & obtuse paragraphs; all i could draft was a cheap body & a mangled engine. i can't imagine you welcoming such a disaster with open arms. let me turn the dial to a brighter light; illuminate this time last yebattery life
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perfectEDshe says, 'i have a lot to say - a lot to say.' she has pendulums & needles balanced perfect on a palate; this is the excess being scraped from pavement, the noise being deduced to inanimate entities. all because an artery ruptured and screamed 'i do not want to be this anymore' i offered her my spare bandages & she said, 'no thanks, i am not hungry.' & we transmitted our dilemmas back & forth for the next few hours. 'i only suffer part-time, starve full-time' she stated, as if convincing herself. i suppose there are a brief few moments when they numbers halt lower that affirm this theory.perfectED
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evangeliethere are stampedes coursing through my veins i cannot imagine me, ten years from now still the hostile antagonist, battling without weapons this is me, missing exits and ditch-diving for safety i pulled over because the future is too vague. this is the past, emerging out of pores & vacancies the soft-spot caving in. i have memorized the route to the washroom and back i suppose this is the only path i really need to clear. i have not felt a skeleton like this for years, and a voice is telling me this is the only way. this is the sound of my vertebrae snapping under pressure, &nevangelie
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