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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- quotable.
- let us be geniuses of another kind
- in the kitchen you cut your fingeruntil it falls c...
- between the valleys there is a crag and on that cr...
- i am the good substitute, the second choice, next ...
- the last cough drop.
- mother
- the shame has been here, scattered about on the fl...
- the question is, why are you walking in the woods ...
- cold drones. empty cups. broken stones, thinning b...
- the hour only comes into the house through the bac...
- when words fall out
- placements.
- Gradiva imprisoned.
- translation.
- in which i see only the inside of my eyelids.
- the comfort of being close so together feels like ...
- the younger stranger on the train looks at you and...
- how it began: the interim; the leftover meal.
- a lover's paper weight is intent on self-empowerme...
- smoked seeds, empty shells after the mud a litter ...
- signs to foreigners: happy christmas holiday! shop...
- liquid red glass light candle fire people chatter ...
- the moon melts on a tongue rubbed raw tangerine mo...
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