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i swallowed your words and they...

we carry the hurt in our hearts,
swallowing it every time our...

october crackles its’ warmth during
the nights. the streetlights illuminate...

RED
carmine sky swallows the canary sun...

the watchfire extinguishes with the
stirring of the salted-winds, sea foam...

flesh wounds excise fragments of you,
while you’re torn between licking wounds...

between the amber, cream, flax and
goldenrod, the skies fold in sorrow...

rip the air from my chest like you’d pluck
the ripened fruit in midsummer; i assure you...

… regarded nostalgia as ambrosia,
and i remember this clearly...