almostsomewheremaybe

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tu non sei bravo, sei buona

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Your only job is not to hide anymore.

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Ruined flesh, rejoice.

Scars: a celebration of

defeat's transience.

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two hands never let me go one long, one short forever turning against me

but your hands two worlds all palm and psalm I imagine it’s kinder, calm to be held by you

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when you were mine (and everyone else’s) the pain felt special is that what Hell is?

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“liked your post” how bout you like me instead

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I feel ya

I pray to God you don’t

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my vibes have never been worse apparently lol

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she has a perfect hand. Wrapped in skin as flawless as heavens cloud. each finger, a loving feather, on angel wing. She has a perfect hand. It won’t change a tire or chisel a stone. It will, in unbreakable grasp, hold every inch of my world.

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Kenneth Koch, Straits

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here she is

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You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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What a stupid and useless addition to my words lol

I think of you, and everything in me breaks.

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welter and waste

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july 15

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what you search for you will find and that is as powerful as it is dangerous

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when you were child

you’d take twigs and build a little house. it wasn’t much. you’d pick a nice patch of earth. make a modest box, with a small thatched roof. except on the occasion you had time, you’d fill in the walls, hang a leaf door, finishing it off with dandelion adornments. and before you knew anything, you knew how to build a home. before you could remember, or forgot, you wanted to make something home. and what does that say? what does that say, about you?