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Wreckless Calendar (02/08/2015)
peeled back, there exists only layers
brimming with retreats and sacred spaces
porous: life breath contained within
savory, sweet, and saccharine
make-up, latticed shit-luck aces
a tartan of a gambler,
we've got memories of glass and amber
stretched too thin and relived daily renamed the trauma
pulverized to make for fuel; you ran when she first called you mama.
so secretly alone in ...
Sunday 8th February 2015 10:56 pm
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