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i feel excessively...

Haven't I written myself to shame?
My intestines still multiplying...

We wear
paisley bandanas to protect...

You look lovely on a page -
peppered in ink and promise...

Skin that heals, sores that no longer
ache, hope that croons on candlelit...

My driveway hasn't held a mailbox
in years, I think some construction...

Is this what experts call unrequited love? Falling...
I never wanted to be the "needy one&quot...

Where can I move where you are not near?
I skip through the fair, hands groping air...

I don't hate you, how could I?
It's true that I have distanced...

It's been over two months
since I was wheeled into that...

I opened the gas
chambers, snuck you in past...

Play your heart for me. What
chords these words often...