Wicked

Je veux envelopper mes bras autour de vous, mais vous ne me le permettez pas. Quel monde quel monde quel monde Me fondre.

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Spinster

short-shorted piggy-bunned riding that baby blue bike through the grass fronts of small business and edges of town on a monday day. — no one knows you’re 27. pedophiles eye you, suspiciously, that you know how traffic functions.

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You Bastard

a selfish wasp scared away the adult woman from her floral patio furniture. it sniffed at brick and caulk; looking for holes in the exterior to infiltrate like it owns the place.

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This bird is Trapped in my Camera Frozen in Take-off Forever

the plant extended itself just slightly towards the sun to motion, “hey, I need more.” maybe we all have a way of doing that whether cognizant of our own movement or not. — a centipede flew down from the wood awning fearlessly then skittered across floor boards in pursuit of destination building crevice [pretending it…

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“oh, They Must Be Masturbating”

My actual thought if I see someone is: -sitting alone with sunglasses on in a parked car at any park, -sitting alone in a hotel hottub, -me, -peewee herman. — i just left a sweat mark on a brick wall, a brick mark on a sweat back, and not even from anything fun.

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Nobody

Craves a fucking salad. chop me up and throw me into your mouth, crunch down on me and swallow eating me will not nourish you [but that isn’t what you’re going for] sweetheart, i will not make you beautiful but you will love me for it. — Crisp

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Calling Center it Quits

Hello, cartoons I kept on my desk. you are fired for not keeping me happy enough to compensate for the dreaded capitalistic decline.

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Giving Tragedy A New Name

i wonder, if she does not see him sexual, if i contorted his body back  tying limbs into my new bike made seat of his face and rode him through camo-toting town; could she even see us through glared eye? — Him being just as difficult to get up and down  My three flights of…

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don’t Love Me

Once, when i was 25, i thought i fell inlove with a boy. BUT I didn’t. I loved how he loved me. — nick [and his family] was [were] “cat scavanging my used tampons from the bathroom garbage- -kill them all over their house- -and then clean them up,” in love with me.

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charmed, I’m Sure

While riding my bike in the street [bc deathwish] a douchebag yelled to me, “put a helmet on, sweetheart.” to which I replied, “too bad your dad didn’t put a helmet on his dick.”

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