Remember to start with the oldest first. These are progressive pieces.
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But I guess there’s
Just something about the way -
Is my anger understandably justified
If I walk in colored deeply peacock seductive -
Lick it in misfortunate mislead desire
And expect the hunger to abate -
I’m tripping words, like when he asked our drinks
Blue green arrogance, melted in stumbling eye contact -
I chew at the splintered wood edging pitifully
When he passes by my line of vision again -
Swerving thoughts, the place where
He resides without me here -
Still I took that first step
Clicked the pen, and ran blue ink -
I am the self destructive sort
No one breathes life into the words
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