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ahistoricalchoiceAs delicate as a child with mother's china your cheeks breaking, like embarressed with cold. An angled copper stick from eyeball to brain flicks backs and forth which each electrical impulse to change my systems input & its intention or function. Objectively, you're the only one present in this room of geometrically imperfect shapes. The blue-black above your flushing face sides like blood on fresh snow lit beneath the night sky & the glint in your ear like the moon could rise, at any moment, like you could meet my eye.ahistoricalchoice
The atmosphere of death still fills up the air, &nb


Childhood GlassesChildhood glasses were prone to breakages. A gloss over coat colour matched to the occasion. An iron box, its silk linedChildhood Glasses
mouth locked with a shrinking key.


MesssssyShe's a mess. All I have are these hands, like brooms, and I'm planning to sweep her clean off her feet anyday now. Blow her away with how restless I make the dirt & dust. Methodically, until it's all cornered and held. Kept still. Perhaps settling was the word after all.Messsssy
She's a mess. All I have are these hands, cellotape I guess. Adhesive, check. Wrapped around, check. Transparent, maybe I meant duct tape. Still keeps cracks unsighted & if she cries, it's water-tight, &if she's tired &n
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lolzzz you got owned.
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