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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
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my skin was noisy and too loud. subwoofer clogged in my chest I slipped out of my body. I never felt anchored I was never real anyway.
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my only goal of the day was to write a singular paragraph
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i won’t be able to write from the grave by Fanny Howe
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Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "The Child Formerly Known As _________"
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and do what you want and find community in shared space and give yourself to others and hold others when you can and hold yourself and find people to hold you and lay in the sun and have sex and eat good food and cuddle and read and tell your mom that you love her and buy people flowers and let them know that their lives mean everything and write poems and make home videos collect memories for no one to watch when we're long gone do it for love. to have existed is forever.
"Caveman Drawings"
*this inspired an impromptu, stream-of-consciousness poem.*
everything is temporary so just enjoy the moment
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I love spending time by myself. I love eating healthier foods that make me feel really good. I love dressing fits that make me feel confident. I love hangout with my friends and family. I love taking care of my mind and spirit.
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