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beingsadisrad · 8 months ago
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by jeremy ville
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beingsadisrad · 9 months ago
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beingsadisrad · 11 months ago
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beingsadisrad · 2 years ago
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beingsadisrad · 3 years ago
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beingsadisrad · 3 years ago
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“a hole we all fall into”
more poams from me to you
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beingsadisrad · 3 years ago
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Back to Nature//
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beingsadisrad · 3 years ago
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From “Please Buy This Book So I Can Feel Validated & (Finally) Love Myself.”
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ...
I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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emily berry
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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“The dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they never meet.”
— Osaki Nana (Nana)
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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my mind gets lost in sentences
and i try to force them into poetry
i’m reminded of all
the beautiful songs i’ve ever heard
i’m reminded i’m a thief
whose yellow pads covered
front to back
littered with metaphors
and similes, can’t amount to
one particular leather bound
journal, holds every word you ever said to me
but you are a laundry bin full
of half worn clothes and the days
i wore you evade me
with a fog, hazy,
i can barely make out the soft bends
of yr body against the cold november breeze
forgetting, come mo(u)rning
you were just a dream
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beingsadisrad · 4 years ago
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parading empty shelves
sat across from you
we talked for hours
about finding ourselves
and I was feeling tired
but not so much that
I don’t remember agreeing
we wouldn’t find them
in someone else
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