cosmic inadequacy: GRAYER THAN GRAVES

Thursday, February 26, 2015

we were just people, picking
people, picking people, apart.

n, twenty-two

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“I mean you ask me
not to fall in love with you
and then you go write poems
with your tongue
and draw constellations
in my freckles.”

(Clementine von Radics)

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