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What About the Things You Told Me When I Was a Child

I wanted to do it. I wanted to be ruined a small bit – truly ruined though, beyond recognition in such a small way that they wouldn’t realize they didn’t recognize me anymore, so that I could get a taste of that infinity that was always stepping on the heels of my dark shadow. 515 more words



coming up the stairs
with all the lovers
you have had

at once
a party,
a rebels march,
a taking back,

of the creaking tomb… 192 more words

Confessional Prose