Tag: life
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story about nothing
i reek of self hatred even after every shower.there’s month old laundry dumped, and cob webs begging to be cleaned for good. that half a can of beer hasn’t been drunk because i bought a new one which still tastes the samebut makes me feel i am less sick now i reek of alcohol and…
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we could be in love, we could be rebels.
i am at a concert leaning my head on your shoulder right in the middle of the crowd intoning “I’m going back to 505”we are almost lost in this euphoric madness, we have a flight to catch, bills to pay, and little computer desks awaiting us. my hunger fades as i put my arms around…
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aching persona
i remember lying on the cold floor for hours, it was ages ago but i remember how inscrutable and haunting it felt. i remember the first time i felt that wave of melancholia, we were back in my mother’s hometownone afternoon, i was staring at the empty green mountains, and all at once my eyes…
Prena Poetry 