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who we are
i walk out of a bar, half drunk and half dissolved in thoughts of you. it feels funny that i still remember your house address from the old library form. i know your dad built that house and your sister was born in one of those room, your whole life revolved around your parents suffering…
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Mosaic
I have loved a million people. Their pieces, their late night wonder, their sensation; rain and thunder and their sun lit skies. I have loved a million people; people I brushed past, people i never met and people I lost over the time. Their versions that exists in each of our universe, and their emptiness…
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something nihilism or whatever
love, we have nothing to talk about here,the future is fucked.and what our grand ancestors once thought we would be now lies in the gutter;rotting with our own indecisiveness. it toils with carols in the hands of those homeless, heartless colonies. hiding in the cracks of the wallsleft by some abusive father.it lingers, in some…
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love and death
i dug my own grave, six feet into the earth.my wedding dress stained with mud,i own no ring to a man. i own no home to a childhood dying inside of me.i am nothing as i let my flesh rot to the bones.the flowers you left behind barely resembles anything to the beauty i could…
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