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Cryptid

I speak to you as a god, you ignore me as a man. I give you omens, they don't fit your plan. Cryptic callings and tarot cards, light the candle we wont go far. It's too late the sun's gone, the night's in your blood. I'll sleep alone again with the comfort of a cryptid hood.

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candle in the wings

burn out at both ends, the wick wont be left. i hate melting like this, eyes waxy with distress. my wrist flicks your match box arms, i caught on to you. i'm left in the embers and your still okay to use. Re-ignite a flame, catch a light in the rain. pretend you're the sun while thawing away. eternal ice ages, eternal global warming. a candle in the wing, be snuffed out in the morning.

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Dog Pound

i know why addicts chase that high, I know why god ignores me cry. I'm in a kennel like a dog begging for some old love. Just put me down I won't die, I'll do the tricks or at least I'll try. I'm in the pound like a stray just begging for you to stay. Don't give me up I won't bite, It's just a bark it's not meant to fright. I'm scratching at a metal door, just give me a treat, just give me more.

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I used to bury mine but they kept tracking mud on my desk the next day.

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I wonder, little sister.

I wonder how many times we've cried in the same jumper, holding each other through unknown sobs.

I wonder how many times we've kissed the same lipsticks, falling quick only to leave quicker.

I wonder how many steps we've taken together, mismatch socks and shoes left beside the door.

I wonder when I move I'll start to miss the shadow that was there.

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farthing sun

You bask in lovers as if they were an audience. Are you the sun? The sun basks the earth with light yet you have non. Lovers should be in light like the black sea at night. A lighthouse or stars, is that ambition or a farth. So quick with two cents yet you are with the dogs who fight for scraps. Lover you are nothing more than a house rat. The sun's to bright to share with you so you cannot be found. My lover you do run and take your lovers to the underground. Secrecy drives them mad and you continue to run. Rob them blind of their purses and the chase is more fun. As fickle as moonlight. One week shone the next gone. Your lies have craters and plot holes yet you think you have won. You take your lovers in moonlight they never see the sun yet you want a tan you want the warmth and I hope the underground gives some. Your farthings and pennies do not fool me. You claim to be a man yet you are a simple mystery. Gold is your claim and it is as false as you. I'd be a fool to be tricked again by men the likes of you. The underground's calling I hope your bed is warm. I hope the sinner like your song and it'll forever be a con.

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Lonely Pistol

You're the bullet, I'm the gun. I'll get fired, you'll crumble and I'll be left with no one. You're the chamber, I'm the trigger. I'll snap under pressure, you'll finally click the issue and I'll be put on the shelf again with the other lonely pistol.

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I can't do that

The more you take the more i give till there's nothing left. A child prodigy can only ever try to beat their best but i can't do that. I sit waiting at the table over late work and you scream and yell till my palms hurt. I try to understand but i can't do that.

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Snake

I'm a daughter of Cain I'm poison rain I reach your garden and make it ruined in a night like a corn snake who loves to bite

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So real

“It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.”

— David Jones

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Cursed

I think I'm cursed, I truly think i'm cursed. A reoccurring curse that happens every time that seventeen year old oak door opens. The white paint on it has chipped with time and wear. Every new person entering, leaving a faint dent against the wall beside it, chipping away the white paint. I should know I'm cursed. I should've know when the first person stepped out, slamming the door just as quickly as they had opened it. I wait for them by the bottom stairs, wide eyed and clinging to a yellowed rabbit. Chipped like the door. I know i'm cursed to only know the back of the door with it's slams and chipping and dents and oak. Molded oak peering back at me, salt water cause it. I caused it. I am cursed to only know the back of the door and to wait hopefully by the bottom of the cold stairs.

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To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

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Soldier

i was born to be a runner. I was born from the cold. You were made to be my lover cause you came from gold, I missed you by a hair that grew from my root But i will track you down and give a salute.

tomorrow I will kiss you goodbye. Today I kiss you hello. You will stand up and try and give your country a show. I missed you by an inch that made you a man But i will track you down and give you a plan.

you're bruised and battered. Your heart could stop. You're as tired as glass that's shattered. My rotten crop. I missed you by a season that came too soon But i will make it spring and heal you till June.

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Poppy Seeds

No poppy will have you yesterdays sleep and today's wake No sulphur will burn you yesterday it rises with the sun Get up ring the doctor the seeds are ripe and can make The most brutal battle field coloured and so fun Loyalty changes like bullets in a chamber Will you shoot again like you did in November It rings out in silence It falls down like men It just brings more violence It's a rotten prize hen

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I just saw the IOF kidnap Palestinian fathers and sons... They are torturing them. Humiliating them. Stripping them naked and then killing them.. and posting it online.

That is . .That is what they can do? Not fight in a war, just kidnap and torture.

Oh how i fucking despise every single fuck who said "my heart goes out for the Israeli civilians." I fucking despise them.

What is happening in the west bank is horrific...

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you