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Updated: Jan 26, 2019


renaissance is an ugly word do not resuscitate

i dreamed the sky was an up side down bathtub painted sky blue i couldn't breathe enough lying on my back remembering your childhood bedroom the plastic stars stuck on the ceiling glowing in the light from the clock

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six birds fly the form of freckles near your mouth i knew that you were the face of god that the sky was there for reading

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god told me to get a haircut i was looking for my haiku about winter i dream i am already at work between the cars of the train a single flake of snow i have to write some of this shit down

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i want to taste the female flavoring in your skin in your mouth to begin writing place the tip of the pencil at the top left corner of the page the last time i got my hair cut my mother was alive