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it wasn't easy, the way i erased myself, part after part trait after trait i even erased my name. i even erased my vagina. there was no one to hate. there was no one who did evil unto me.
the mad hairs of the wind are unloosed, they shake and drum eerily on the windows, almost an old clairvoyant knocking on the door to tell me something terrible. look at those eyes
Where is that warm-hearted feeling of security? Only dry seeds left out in the thunderstorm, no elevation of feeling to the eiffel tower of a long-lasting orgasm,
i am fragile, vulnerable a slave to my feelings which drag me on and on to inaction just chewing the ends of an event, a thing that endlessly bothers me.
are beacons in the night whose curly hair, dark melliflous inkblot the light brushstrokes of God, dotted for the universe to breathe. no breath can hold the sound of a star trailing off