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Some days I’m just jealous of those
who can burn this world to the ground
with no consequences.
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And while everyone else judged,
you found happiness in me.
It only took a day of warmth
and light in your eyes,
to make mine bloom.
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At the end of every day
I’m a pet of my comforts -
quiet and dark.
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Logic terminated my dreams.
I gave them up for a career
as a service animal.
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We are collectors of things.
Things are collectors of their humans.
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My lungs are straws for humidity.
My vertebrae are pebbles.
My ribs are wet beams
in your bedroom.
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Our mortality has never been clearer
then at the end of this weekend.
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Is this train route customizable?
I’d prefer today to be on the G
instead of the F.
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Loneliness has been more comforting
than antibiotics so far.
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I hoped you had coded
a love message
into your Venmo request.
Not there.
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Tailored to our inebriation,
traumas emerged with flowery pajamas.
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No pillow is complete without me
whispering melodies into its depth
at 3 am on Wednesday morning.
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We watched serious movies
and sipped dark cocktails -
pretending to be older.
Was this the plan?
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