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#Fuck #It #Jenay #Jenboben #Lack
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.