

to my former self -i.to my former self -
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and start over.
ii.
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape. my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love. recognize, but never accept. i want your filthy and bruised hope on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much do you love your world. eyes screaming alive over and over again. you can do better &nb
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>engage.
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>engage.
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>engage.
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