

monarchsI am troubled with the opaque nothingness that has decided to(with all but his sadmonarchs
shaped hat and curious shrieking plaid tr ousers)choose the seat beside me, stale w ith pigeons that have no destination, ree king of amity and all his clever friends. I am forced to expose my neck, shrug twi ce and not thrice, and eloquently explain that I am a string of fuck yous with one bulb burnt out. I also must explain the delicate lace in the pit of my stomach,
the hidden worlds wrapped around your ir ises, and most of all, the feeling of c atching a butterfly within your pa


birdsI feel miles like they were cut into mybirds
back, a fine marble statue of birds that can't fly. Each day is like three days
after a snowfall, slush limping behind small queues of water for kids to splash in and cigarettes to
breathe in. I said god bless
you, and then prayed to Nothing that you would walk out of the
door with tears in your earth eyes and and me stuck to the
bottom of your shoe. I had change in my pocket, but the clerk begged
me not to cut his hair. I am deafly
realizing that I need

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oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr Shankly
nice avatar
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oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr Shankly
I kind of like yours, too.
I've heard a lot about you and your work.
And checked it out.
And really like it :3
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"We're all victims to an empty sky
There's nothing sacred being loved by saints..."
**Emmure - Lesson From Nichole**
"I AM THE END OF THE WORLD!!"
**The Acacia Strain - JFC**
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