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and the air glowed softly
on this amethyst night

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that the fear and desperation may not be quelled but must fall upon us unremarkable, that the cries of the unfulfilled self find not but deaf and dying ears

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@pussyhitler our abrams won btw for all you onlookers

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this year we skipped the razor blades and went straight to handing out guns—the youth were ecstatic, some even forgot to get their candy

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not only entirely legible
but captivating as well

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and in the blinding lights
of the city’s streets
i find myself one of them

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the same as it ever was

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no longer carrying an empty radio seen on tv

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went outside in this beautiful midnight fog and had a film roll’s worth of shots free on my sd card so now i gotta walk my ass back to the computer to free up space, i am far too spoiled with the ease of digital shooting

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the quiet part of a raucous world

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gnarled bark and the soft, lazy glow of the reflected river, autumnal colors splashed with the final vestiges of the green year // love looks like stopping in place, holding the phone steady, and waiting minutes, or perhaps longer, for a message to finish sending

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'the fragrant flower blooms with dignity'

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came equipped with a 28mm, switched to a 200 within 5 minutes // ‘i am exactly like this snowflake, i go where the wind takes me—and one day i will be destroyed’

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the stilted jostling walk of an aged populace / garlic butter mushrooms and thousand island dressing

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"if it's fake, i want it to be real; if it's real, i want it to be fake" // if it was removed from me then obviously it was worth removing

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that's just the way it is

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i left you in your mother's arms

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there is a tree nearby
with silky smooth leaves
and on my walks i drop by
to knead them under thumb

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spurting and writhing and otherwise silent, i kept asking “why can’t we kill it?”

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in my dream we were on a fishing vessel and a great manta ray found its way onto our boat and no matter how much we cut it would not stop thrashing about, organs spilling into seawater and covering every surface in a thick spray of blood