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wormholes weaken when warm white wisps wake up while wednesdays will wither with wonders on their wrists and wings and wombs and walking whales with wintery waists; why wheat whirlpools wind into wormholes which weaken. Walso, Wotevah©. Wam Wi Wtalking With W's? Wes. Why Wnot. Whank Wou Wso Wuch! WE WUV WALOVEMELONS! #RaPoWriMo Somi

wormholes weaken when warm white wisps wake up while wednesdays will wither with wonders on their wrists and wings and wombs and walking whales with wintery waists; why wheat whirlpools wind into wormholes which weaken. Walso, Wotevah©. Wam Wi Wtalking With W's? Wes. Why Wnot. Whank Wou Wso Wuch! WE WUV WALOVEMELONS! #RaPoWriMo Somi

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please blow the night away. the cut on my cheek is burning oh, don't you get tired of catching arrows before they hit us, father? let's blow the night away although i do wish i could go back to when a kiss meant a peck on your cheek, let's blow the night away. and you arm yourself with weapons to fight it off while i watch. i just watch. #RaPoWriMo 14 to 16.

please blow the night away. the cut on my cheek is burning oh, don't you get tired of catching arrows before they hit us, father? let's blow the night away although i do wish i could go back to when a kiss meant a peck on your cheek, let's blow the night away. and you arm yourself with weapons to fight it off while i watch. i just watch. #RaPoWriMo 14 to 16.

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you, mad thing, look into my eye slits in a floundering fisp like a web of lint like a sway-straight shot like a flickering flint, you dared to look into those as if you could've done something about this. all this. I so badly wanted to extend this. #RaPoWriMo #ramonce

you, mad thing, look into my eye slits in a floundering fisp like a web of lint like a sway-straight shot like a flickering flint, you dared to look into those as if you could've done something about this. all this. I so badly wanted to extend this. #RaPoWriMo #ramonce

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her little hands make little buildings with little blocks and little cities with little buildings, and you, in your tiredness grab them in bundles and plunge them all down in a pit, not caring. not caring if you break her cities, not caring how tears escape her eyes, not caring how impossible it is, to overcome the image of the inadequacy of childhood. my hands still smell. Please welcome #RaPoWriMo. It wants hugs.

her little hands make little buildings with little blocks and little cities with little buildings, and you, in your tiredness grab them in bundles and plunge them all down in a pit, not caring. not caring if you break her cities, not caring how tears escape her eyes, not caring how impossible it is, to overcome the image of the inadequacy of childhood. my hands still smell. Please welcome #RaPoWriMo. It wants hugs.

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i watch my elbow curve in like eventide. you breathe noxious fumes of time. distance trickles down across my broken ribs. respite hovers over our earthern somethings, with its crests and troughs like reptilian scales. our shells had splintered a long time ago and, i wonder if Their faces pucker with pity. #rapowrimo

i watch my elbow curve in like eventide. you breathe noxious fumes of time. distance trickles down across my broken ribs. respite hovers over our earthern somethings, with its crests and troughs like reptilian scales. our shells had splintered a long time ago and, i wonder if Their faces pucker with pity. #rapowrimo

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you curl up like an almond peel into something i called for you. undissolved bubbles crowd the waters of our brains. May calls me as shrilly as my voice in a b r e e z e l e s s world. i stop writing poems altogether, waiting for frozen corpses to swim in queues into my dreams. i tell myself "they're only asleep". it's May. both mornings, i wake up to 6 a.m. rain and stare into your earhole~ i pick up a dusty bunch of my hair and burn them one by one. it's May, after all. do you hear purple too? the less strain version: ______________________ you curl up like an almond peel into something i called for you. undissolved bubbles crowd the waters of our brains.

you curl up like an almond peel into something i called for you. undissolved bubbles crowd the waters of our brains. May calls me as shrilly as my voice in a b r e e z e l e s s world. i stop writing poems altogether, waiting for frozen corpses to swim in queues into my dreams. i tell myself "they're only asleep". it's May. both mornings, i wake up to 6 a.m. rain and stare into your earhole~ i pick up a dusty bunch of my hair and burn them one by one. it's May, after all. do you hear purple too? the less strain version: ______________________ you curl up like an almond peel into something i called for you. undissolved bubbles crowd the waters of our brains.