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lil’ sis were already dead by time the suits came

but i will not rip myself apart, just to bleed you out

i find pieces of you letters left in little liquor bottles

these lips part to parse meaning

but when im told it's your right to have an opinion, I wonder what right I have to feel

you do not keep promises

you’re presence is a present that presents itself to me

$fractals$

in the darkest hours of my night she comes to me like a muse

ashes fall from her cigarette into my hands and over my clothes as i look, from down on my knees

she doth come to me on nights just as still