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Everyday I wake to find the plot device on my spine.
But with rack torture, I turn the wheel and my peace of mind.

I have these when I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I can remember dreams.
I wish I could things, I can't remember anything.

Secrets the size of cemetery walls- some days I get outside at all.
We are what we eat- and I am my and you are nothing at all.

If I could the ways I need you, am I just wasting all of my time?
All of the crowns I keep evergreen
as I wait for you, the world will me by.

I found you lotus under starry-skies
You'd painted eyes on palms red as Prynne.
I watched you cut your short and the bobby-pins beneath my twin accrue.

It used to be fun. It to be kind.
I'm in ill-fit skin again and I can't remember anything.

All young love on in all of the sad songs,
drunken kitchen-hymns, your raw
I am set adrift.
I've grown disinterested in kiss.
The antithesis of is waiting.
Like all of the pictures of the people you
That impatiently in place of the ones we see in every dream
That came like the rain, and left like daylight Magpies.

[We were our time nights spent patient and wasted.]