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that people would see me too, as a poet

you do what you love, and fuck the rest

be honest, and unmerciful

and when i think of it,
          my fingers turn to fists 

you say, "long done, do, does, did"

perhaps in a more fearsome age, an age of illness and warfare and cosmic debris, we would not have room in our hearts to care for such a little bulb.

it's like she was born looking for trouble

feliz cumpleaños a mi :3

FELIZ NAVIDAD !!!!

depression can't hit a moving target