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LL Oct 2024
his LIPS — pressed to my
      nape — bear witness to    the SHAPE
                                        of my EXISTENCE
LL Oct 2024
they say it's all in
my head — why do I feel it
in my LIMBS and CHEST
LL Oct 2024
W,

I don't think I'll ever trust you with my heart again.

Love,
ML
LL Oct 2024
treacherous are my
own thoughts — for they are daggers
I hold on the blade
LL Oct 2024
the PARABLE of
the
ALL-NIGHTER: "is sleep just . . ."

a SOCIAL CONSTRUCT
LL Sep 2024
things I left unsaid
walks the plank that is my
tongue, but they won't jump
and now roam my mouth — ghosts with
a LIFE more DEAD than ALIVE
LL Sep 2024
the earth was a wide
and blank canvas — now you're my
FAVORITE COLOR

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