the new, the nameless I open my arms around. NAMELESS is a collection of poetry. © 2023 cursivelun, all rights reserved.

tap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019

bad restless poetry

‎backward chapter.

Ramblings and such. A continuous sob, witness a creature trying to understand whats it's like to be human

personal.

this part here, is where i write to keep my pain, because i don't know where else to.

finally stop trying to make a home out of the toxicity that poisoned my roots for so long.

lace me in acid and call me holy

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