I know your face only in the phosphorescence
Of a fictitious dawn,
In the surreal glow of
Your dis mem bered journals
I still find your post-its adhered to the walls
like retiring
moths
They console me like winter, through the amplification
Of a s
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You left, prematurely before love could
Abolish resistance. I am more h o r i z o n t a l
Than v
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These days wrapped up in
the nostalgia of self-perpetuating m-i-s-e-r-y
(this is more first real attempt at playing with the form, I do not have much of an artistic sense about this sort of thing okay I have NO artistic sense about these things but it was a fun experiment just the same)