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Stained Garden

Not vessels to be filled with your rage; not mannequins with convenient holes you can pretend don’t have a voice or eyes or delicate frontal lobes. We’d rather see you ejaculate into the sky and let it rain down sorrow. … Continue reading

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yearning

My heart, fragile as a laser carved eggshell, still beats. Beautiful, i know it is, yet taken for granted and only appreciated when it pounds against my chest or breaks. Why must I live this life I have chosen, indeed … Continue reading

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