Imagine a leaf |
Steady these hands these hands steady these hands |
anger is honest but not truthful |
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst |
They'd smell what body to body sounds like |
At night, she still believes in him |
Nothing could be close to quite like this |
I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking |
Motives are unclear. Methods are incidental. |
My body falling into stars |
Emily. Emily. Emily. Delete. |
To die by your side |
cane |
she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand |
I designed satellites |
Onyx |
curiosity |
All her stiletto syllables |
walking to the moon in my nightgown |
Silhouette dreams |
Of Blindness |
of my own making, i walk a dark corridor, o my heart |
In timeless valleys full of stars |
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