Here.

For all those times there was silence
this is what i was thinking

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I’m right next to you

In retrospect

I know

In retrospect

I want to know

You won’t

You yell

I’m near

Tell me

Don’t fuck with me

We steal
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For you

between shadows and silhouettes 

heartbeats synchronized with steps

where are you tonight?

inebriation from inhalation

remember when i say

the drugs that save you

are the same ones that 

kill 

you

they will you wait

casting your reflection all over susceptible surfaces

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across a transoceanic table

I deplore your facade

and ubiquitous contempt

the unlawful arbiter feining companionship

as the spectrals in the sky

precipitate miasma 

the blighted dreams of dowsers

I am venting viscera

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How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;

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They make special rooms for people like me

I’m pale and I like it.

Going into hysterics must be some new all natural type of cosmetic medicine;

My lips looks inflated, naked purple and plump, appropriate for the season.

And those red lipstick stains on your glass of wine encompassing my eyes,

Really accentuates my blues, don’t you think?

I force start recuperation, 

But I’m sidetracked, wondering if this person I’ve been starring at in the mirror

Is freaked out yet,

Or have they just realized

help isn’t here

help - it’s there

help isn’t real  

help is illusory

but not the pain

Oh, no, that’s too real.

My pain is a recursion.

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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?

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