I wrote your name again today
tore it up, threw you away.
Their imagination's really intuition
they suspect, I know
but we resist submission
strictly platonic, yet
doubts are demonic
drift into my skull
pollute my heart
invade my thoughts
at every lull.
questions dance in groups of four
Does he?
Could I?
Can it be?
Really?
I answer - yes we're more.














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"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." -- sylvia plath
you're gettin' goood (;
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"there are people who believe that a picture captures the soul. for them this is a terrible thing. for me, it's one last chance."
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"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." -- sylvia plath
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