Depravation
Like loss of circulation
You turned white in the doorway
With your heart and words bound
In your throat
I told you not to leave
Because
This is a dictatorship
No one counts your vote
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- the moon looks like god's got a hangnail again
- drowning in the dirt
- Why does the sun never wax?
- a life so sweet that you could regurgitate it all
- it's more than love
- afternoon affairs
- the social workers are coming
- Check-Out Time With the Receptionist
- A Quieted Follower
- DRUGZZZ (haha)
- Contortion
- For a Friend
- Destined to Drown
- This Hour and This minute--are my coordinates
- Abstract Subtraction
- with wings, i fly west.
- fragments of an idea
- parting to depart..
- merry?-go-round
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