Disabled&Depressed
Photographer, concert attendee, apparently an adult.
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That’s the incorrect password You don’t get to see your own words, stowed away You don’t have the combination of memories at your fingertips The past has your brain on lockdown, drag-out; A smudge of dirt on your thigh Scene one, take 23 thousand Quick: name something pink and meaningful
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Soft betraying lips pressed to the base of my throat, my hearth— the vulnerable purring underbelly of my Wild heart Cannot choose Will not Boredom is the death of love
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I had the words before they smashed out across the porcelain tile A thousand miles away Who will I be when I wake? Capable and eager Hungering for more of myself? Or stuck in time, in bed Crippled by body, or mind?
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My bones are cracked asphalt Winding in unnatural twists and turns Dead ends Stop lights that scream No more, enough We are tired we are in pain we cannot go further
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Ripping a flower from its bedI swallow the rootsSo that one day I may haveMy own
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