oh look the apocalypse

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13:00 -

i wake in a tired haze with my butt cheeks

pressed on sand, glass, dirt, road

fanned by the sea salted air

where savannah meets the seas

city flattened by palms and pills

an overdose of caricature of how

empty, empty, empty it is here

17:00 -

neon girls crucified on alluring signs, decoupage-hung

on posters at dive bars while rape apologetics

plot holes in the meadows (where i came from, of course)

and name them "stacy," "sierra," "christi," "what the fuck her name is"

while i just try to pull the arrows out my heart

00:15 -

what the fuck happened here

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