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to the man who carried me homeThere are some songs you come across in your life and you have to turn them back on. Set them to repeat and let them flow through your brain like a virus fucking in your ear. Let it simmer down low in the wax which lasts years and could have the same dirt which Abe Lincoln’s hat caught on the eve of the Gettysburg Address.to the man who carried me home
Somewhere between Antietam and Fort Sumter the You from a past life found his soul, fighting for his rights or fighting for a united land. Either way it doesn’t matter, he’s dead.
But think about that dirt on his shoes, catc
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Flush Eyes With Water If consumed, flush eyes with water. Flush, flushing ocean, ocean deep.Flush Eyes With Water
Ocean whale flushing eyes.
Ocean babe, ocean cry.
It's like in dreams. The wind whipping my face, the sound of children nearby. Water between my toes, water inside my shorts, water in my eyes, fish stinging chlorine ocean deep. My hair slicked back, wet and dripping short. Black, like my mother's. &n
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Hartlandfor Evie but it’s not about herHartland
“It’s a wonderful tree,” she says wrapped tight in black hoodie grey night, city lights my bare arms exposed. The chill shoots up my back, i’m so tense it’s just some old friends, and this park.
Sixty seven degrees she says it’s going to snow.
This is the tree where her and her ex-boyfriend had sex and a bird shat on her shoulder and he wore it the way home. And then they cheated on each other and broke up. They’re meant for each other, of course.
Th
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Fairytale EndingIt’s sound-soaked echoing past midnight at the Once-Upon-a-Time diner with twenty-four hour lights and the promise of coffee that’ll burn down your stomach tonight. Cinderella’s playing quarters in the jukebox and wasting three minute songs on herself, still refilling Styrofoam cups to save the world. Don’t listen to what they tell you on the streets, they’re just all waiting on the six a.m. light to come so they can have a better look up at the concrete sky.Fairytale Ending
The suffocation of monoxide drinks in paper-folded reality and drains her dry so that she’s waiting in fluorescent aisles of grocery stores for
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