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you are in love
02:31
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my friends all say that something's changed; it's like the way a poet makes things clear in waves:
"you are in love. you are in love. you are in love."
this can't be my brain, all healed, unstained. is there lidocaine in there or novocaine? i ask, up-numb-dazed, they calmly say:
"you are in love. you are in love. you are in love."
but weeks will come when i can't. i'll get sick and crash. 'til now i've never had someone say "let me know when it is time and i'll be around with your reminder: 'you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. you are in love. yeah. yeah.'"
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the fall equinox
05:22
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the mouthfeel of microwaved potato chips except all over your only body
fall is not my favorite season but i'm in it always
the weather that best represents me has always been grey nothing. cracks and rustling.
liz demonstrates with painted props of styrofoam the fall equinox. she's excited.
we're a quarter. a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a lifetime.
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trying not to wash the tie in the sink
not knowing what is going to ruin everything
trying not to wash the tie in the sink
though I've been here, I'm so new to everything
and it's a quarter. a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a quarter of the way to a lifetime.
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the mouthfeel of microwaved potato chips except all over your only body
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i swear to god
07:46
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the throwing up is not so rough, i swear to god.
not half as much as dressing up to still get judged.
i guess i'm young, but i'm not enough. i swear to god.
if i'm in a rut it takes a lunge to shake things up.
i'm not too fucked. i don't need drugs. i swear to god.
but i'm all papercuts, pus and rust, could use a hug.
i won't give up. i'll be enough. i swear to god. i swear to god.
though i am rough, i will earn love. i swear to god. i swear to god.
tell me what to do and what to say. i can't make this up and sustain and stuff. as i sink it just rips me up into frustrated shrugs and road salt.
the throwing up is not for fun but must be done, i swear to god.
i know it's dumb, but i would cut to feel helped up if it's all i got.
but
but
but
but
i won't give up. i'll be enough. i swear to god. i swear to god.
though i am rough, i will earn love. i swear to god. i swear to god.
i won't give up. i'll be enough. i swear to god. i swear to god.
though i am dumb, gut punched, cut tongued, i will heal up. i will heal up.
i will heal up
i swear to god
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merit trash
04:58
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evaporated rain into separate drains. i'm too early or too late, always, somehow, someway
a smile and a wave as the glacier makes the plains. i get my hopes up too fucking much.
start the parade.
hearts, diamonds, and spades pair and then dissipate
i see their matter-states change
until the end of my days, i'll see their matter-states change
the song the second take and the first one was not great
the noun precipitate. the verb precipitate.
"okay, I'm alright" out of the side of a mouth I can't try
tension applies a spike through the bridge by the eyes all the way to the spine
not a hard ask, but not gonna last.
the merit trash that doesn't get grabbed
will see matter-states change to the end of its days.
if it won't biodegrade, it's gonna be a lot of days.
start the parade.
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