Last 3 letters of the spring
Just call it what you want.
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`I say I have nothing to say, then I proceed… saying more but as in rage-cleaning my bathroom at 2 am ‘cause honey I remember the things you did and the things you didn’t The story is as old as the world the saddest ever one-way ticket I love you But it is not enough…
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my touch unworried `first time seeing clearly after years of blindness I remember it all started as a joke shapeshifting as a way of hiding A very tall girl blindsided by the spotlight easiest thing ever making you feel cool my touch unworried even when yours… <sinking feeling> shallow mirroring your broken childhood made me…
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the strokes; the Wednesdays; the stockings; the warm water; the sign of my teeth on your skin; the red is dry; the playlist 15; the date 15; the seven…all of the men you don’t mind touching me; the witch: the floral dresses; the long hair; the vanilla body milk; the nudes; the lace underwear; the…
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Feeling like a guinea pig teaching devotion Got an endless list of unpaid internships scamming middle-aged dudes on LinkedIn – claiming experience working for free, outsourcing injurious superstition You were supposed to be home Where are you now? NYC’s got a new mayor We probably made the same joke about his very hot wife dating…
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If it smells like lemons bitter and cold If it looks like lemons sun-coloured nipple-dry “thanks for the cab” I’d say when the yellow-haired-love-of-my-life wants me kneeling at the bottom of his pelvic bone Or, Perhaps The sound of them hooves brought me back to a land of hope It smelt like lemons stinging feeling…
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I am over you Or, am I tripping? I am over you Or is the time just poorer? I am over you Or am I being ruthless? Have I cried all the tears at yoga? Do I have something left for the sidewalk? I am over you Or, am I just keeping it cool during…
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It’s my turn to play coward Run away and hide my bones Just to kiss the face of a scarifying Casper playing a crowd—he was too just a boy once forgotten by fate Or, at least stay there where there is no sign of death or gravestones in between How dreadful of me to get…
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Tell me something a story about a little girl with hazel eyes running in circles waiting for a life worth living wearing a dark green hoodie still remembering the humming of 4 Sons forthcoming, the voices hazy Tell me something light, like the dust on old books or the first day of winter When it…
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you are still upset makes me look bad, really makes me feel like an asshole I said, I know it’s been a while and I don’t know why I am still crying I guess I am just tired abandoning myself like a homeless child cause what I really wanted you to hear was: Why aren’t…
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I don’t want to talk I have nothing to say aside from forgive yourself forgive them forgive me Forgive the world for lacking honest tears and brave men and the evenings for changing into bitter nights and the mornings for still grieving the shadows Forgive the bottles of wine emptied for dragging your feet shuffling …
Last 3 letters of the spring 