CG & NO
Die fucking. I can't tonight.
Every poem has its 20th of January.
I'm so sick of these crows.
Redundancy doesn't comfort me.
Just as complicated as I remember love to be.
Smallest little JK.
Lemonade is not infinite.
AK
Everyone's drunk on schedule.
What's an accent.
Aquatic death spiral.
In the fact of my gigantic error.
The chimes of rabies are ringing again.
Sleep without dreams.
The non recuperative rest that is passing out.
I tapped my meridians to see if my body was there.
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