Poetry
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senseless
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1 min read
She puts on her eyes to erase what she sees – a prismatic reality in a one-dimensional existence.
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inside
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1 min read
From inside the coffin, the world is: cruel, empty, claustrophobic, and horrific.
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unrequited poetry hour
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3 min read
The first priority of true beauty is an open mind: Just because you’re weird doesn’t mean you’re open to who I am.
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hellfire
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1 min read
she’s a rising star on her way to hell; she’s crawling to survive in this world, but she only seems to find darkness
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a deep sleep
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1 min read
at night, you enter me (fully, forcefully, blindly, but with intent)
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10 things
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1 min read
Tell me 10 things about me I don’t know, 10 secrets the world invented just for me — the things you stole while I was asleep; the screams that kept you awake at night
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anatomy of a suicide note
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2 min read
A jagged line describes the way I feel: torn almost in half and hanging by a slice of my biology—but it is not the one you love. That got consumed a long time ago.
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the countdown to telepathic brevity
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1 min read
One: Do you write in silence?
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[3] it’s oh so quiet
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9 min read
In retrospect, our desires are always this, but we allow a deceitful idea of love to destroy them.