intrinsic sadness provides stability
7:29 p.m.

stir crazy and taking it out manic-like on my surroundings because i'm in inflamed, sliced and jubilant about it again.

i don't want to be your fuckface.

i got what i wanted, i just don't know how it happened or if it was real.

when you've never gotten high, fevers, drugs, and fantasy are bad. news.

i want to impregnate my boyfriend who is actually still a woman.

roaring everything has a poem.

what i want is the photographs of all the little insignifigant places of your day.

if i run my fingers through your hair once, i would desist.

the valley is crueler in her trapping warmth. give me your mountain, man of sturdy, blustering, and clean breath.

i will miss you again and again.

i will miss you again and again.

maybe if you're wrong, finally wrong, and imperfect:

i'll see you after i shut my eyes

that last second

grasping your

shoulder.

saying

'hey,

girl,

hey,

creature,'

never commenting on how you forgot

torch held 50+ years tall.

Miss,

i need a bit of your attention.

i know i said

just one more

just one more

just one more

meating/of/eyes/to/glance

turn your head,

just this one

last

time.

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