i don't know much
all i know is
i'd play with it
and fuck it up
because i fuck up everything i have
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- i've learned that a body can function without bone...
- i am stronger when i become your wall.
- the truth, but not the whole truth.
- memories of meat, refleshed.
- lead me to bulimia
- you fell out of my hole and into another a seashel...
- i have had two friends. i've known them for a long...
- baby sees the road he knows he's going to leave ha...
- taking time rearranging the blocks to make memorie...
- the doctor has not been honest and the town is try...
- let's talk about; not important
- :-o = so , 0 ?
- it's all blood here.
- all the pine needles pinching my eyes even the clo...
- become a scavenger of lurid words in the dark muff...
- mom once said it changes the way you move
- the rag on his chest: i clean the aftermath,i wash...
- departure time.
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- thank you and i'm sorry tell me it's break time t...
- an idea on the side of your head pains you and is ...
- when things get really bad, she rips her face off,...
- mom doesn't see like she used to. she knows, but s...
- firework fingers flash-frozen faces
- all is guilt
- i am a stand-in for my good friend here be the wor...
- eighteen years later
- you can only eat so much plain. should you have th...
- brazil nuts.
- behind you there is a girl in redshe is laughing w...
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- like a straw through the yogurt bag suck it all ou...
- red pulls on a train of snow empty the house of pe...
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good people who like bad poetry
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