The writer

Our minds are hardly our own We share the space We journey into tombs We kick past the ashes. We aren’t afraid to look – We sit with our monsters We dine with the obscene We take a look…

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Talent

I never depend on anything, yet I depend on too much. I’m entirely too confident, yet I need the Midas touch. I’m dripping charisma, but only approachable sometimes. I wear my heart on my sleeves, soul, you can see…

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Sink

Come with me. It’s serene, it’s me. It’s unbelievably catastrophic, and inconceivably good. It’s the beginning of no end, it’s the end of it all. No glances, no second thoughts. It’s my fault. I let you in. Where to…

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