

Forget-me-knotI tied you round my finger but you tightened round my neck. I utter a prayer from a placeForget-me-knot
I didn't know you haunted, where blue star-flowers abandon their constellations, and petals close their eyes with a toss of the hair and a sigh. Then my own eyes close on this dream What dream?


Thank Me LaterToo many years ago, I tumbled down from my cloud. The sky crumbled after me.Thank Me Later
I could go on to describe how I picked at the crumbs, how they were soggy with my tears. But it’s kind of disgusting so I’ll spare you the details. You can thank me later.
All you really want to hear is how much better I am now.


THE DEATH OF A RELATIONSHIPWhen the end comes you can only see it in quiet agitated eyes. There are no screams. Just the sound of a gunshot.THE DEATH OF A RELATIONSHIP
Then you’re staring up at a dirty sky and maybe you can’t feel the wound maybe you can maybe it feels like, you know, you’ve been shot.
and you wait for something to happen next because you’re still alive because the sun still rises, blasphemous, because nothing ended, really, that wasn’t already not quite there, so you feel daft lying there on the ground like an epic cliché, your blood pouring out by the quart, etc.
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I fight like a girl who is tired of being ignored and humored and beaten and raped!
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boo
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"When she was already after all her exams,
she mentioned to him he could drop by tonight.
It was Saturday and thightly stuck the cork
in the neck of red wine bottle."- Joseph Brodsky - Debut
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That simply will not do.
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-Angie
Woz
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Why worry about tomorrow, it will be gone the day after.
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