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I don't.

How do you cope with being alone?

I don’t.

How do you love when you don’t love yourself?

I don’t.

How do you open up to people you know?

I don’t.

How do you handle being left?

I don’t.

How do you give when there’s nothing to give?

I don’t.

Well you must think about your life and friends?

I don’t.

Do you think in the future you can do better?

I don’t.

I’m s...

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The Devil

Can no one fall from the frown of the circle

tree trunk heavy from past trust tithes

Deep blue eels that run under the skin

ready to cut, taking fronds of blood

Chant for triggers, for lapses, for minds

finish my turn when he's had enough.

 

Clothed fringed with moments of madness,

as we claw at their pig skin seams

Tear the etiquette away as we fall.

The beast corner...

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CUTS

CUTS

 

When I think of her I think of scars.

 

She told me when she touches them they remind her of the cuts;

of how the cuts made her feel,

“it’s a purge”, she said, “a sense of being real".

She spoke to me with honesty of the incremental cost

of destroying the things she held so dear

now irretrievably lost.

Of how, through her inner turmoil,

she could meet the gi...

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Bottom of the list

Pumping fast to the heart
Blood
Skin feeling warm
To the touch
Inside and out, love flowing
It's flowing
Again
Into your veins
Another day,
Lost
An offer,
Again
Of a blanket on the grass
Your love in a cup
The warmth on our skins
Under the sun, like you planned
Time and time
Again
I've stopped my demands
Always promised
Always empty
If I were a substance
Could I get your love
...

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