happy id
last page+last pagelast page
this gallery is burning on all four corners this gallery is no longer mine. now we are all the homeless of the soul the covered by dust, the dry leaves, the broken books. we are those who remained sitting in silence, looking at our muted mouths. all the doors open all the windows, all the hands dust settles upon every letter. we are already the unreadable the pages stuck to our bodies we paled under the sun and became erased of words. this gallery burns as if made of paper, like a defeated fortress, like the house of our ene
away+awayaway
i’m going away. i’m going so far away, that i think that if i went even a little further
i’d never be able to come back.
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lejos
me voy lejos. me voy tan lejos que creo, que si me fuera siquiera un poco más lejos ya nunca podría regresar.+
two truths+ two truthstwo truths
i’m counting on you, the already gone to fill in the blank spaces with your black suits and finish singing the ferocious lie of the unbreachable distance. how right we were on those nights of irrefutable pessimism one truth was spoken: everything seems to be crumbling away. or two truths: you will grow where my sight can’t reach you. now i think that point was met and crossed and left behind
a carefully penciled line on the proverbial locked room
an X on the map, drawn along the creases (with the tip of a finger we
Devious Journal Entry
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+"come now, my child, if we were planning to harm you, do you think we'd be lurking here beside the path in the very darkest part of the forest?"+
k.p.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
husband, give me your liquid hand, i'll dry.
aren't you my husband, heh?
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i am so sure you weren't cropped yet.
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-nat
I'm content with waiting.
For some things, anyways.
This being one of them.
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Hack! Hack!
anything
ill kick your ass man
i made
couple of
writings
bee is about to die, i'm sad.
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i am so sure you weren't cropped yet.
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