cigarettes sex love is a drug (Remove filter)
transcendence (12/30/2017)
fold-away miseries, but not spring loaded
goosebumps live where loves encoded
liquid reins steering certainty
doom and bedspread eulogies
succumbing to the warmer breeze:
You were there but a moment ago
and I just let you out of my sight
just barely living around the peripheral planes
a dream chasing a dream tasting
a victory built higher th...
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