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i am the railroad tracks that cradle...

It hurt worse than it should have. Others are much...
You don't realize how close I am to darkness, how...

I thought time was fraud-
damaging my thought...

during the summer, i am a juxtaposition of sweaty...
and it's only then when i am free from the bondage...

Hardcover flesh
clocked within Neo-Gothic...

Once, I dreamed the glossy black
grand would be gracefully center stage...

I miss you,
kiss/kiss...

Last night, I couldn't see any trace of the stars...
I surrender...

From the corner of my eye, I watched
the sun slip from consciousness...

My hands are too cold to love,
too Siberian from becoming the...

...

it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...