Is there room in here for me.
It seems so bright
and
bang bang you're dead. 20 bullets in your head.
don't trip when your legs snap like pencil lead.
don't
Bird came to my window, and said "What?
You let
i'd swear that there's wings sprouting out from your bird-boned
colourblind babies see grey, grey, grey.
safe from distinction, for
Pry or prey? Prizefighter lives down the hall. His face
So don't give up on me quite yet,
This paper trail's
Scarecrow in a pale dress
Face pressed on this greasy gas
Bury your dead and celebrate
The world is ending, finally
Take off
Paper anniversary, it occurs to me,
Is a first for me
We lived just two blocks from the beach
In a dirt
I was only seventeen. Hauling frantically
on the back of a
Be sure to cover my eyes when we round that
Night. There's a lantern in your window.
If we could come
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