there is a thick layer of nicotine on my finger
and some days i crave other worldly things unlike
these sticks of dried roots and chlorophyl
i am stronger than the axe you swing at me
i am stronger than branches
and stronger than the tree
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- julia
- tried to get my head clear, push things out through my mouth and get refilled through my ears
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- idontcare
- a moment of regret
- youarebeautiful
- make an effort
- a quick note
- walking down my street after dark
- ps, an after-thought
- on the subject of sweating
- cancer
- i'll show you the kelp you left behind
- skippin' town
- to be persued
- spacial
- danse macabre
- on a thursday night in the midst of a dream she le...
- when you are all alone, youre not
- untitled
- while i was on the bus, you came to mind
- separate from this planets conditions
- learning about schizophrenia
- and i hate myself some days
- stop saying what you feel.
- i want to write childrens books
- how can i know you?
- no matter the strain
- you would never fall for me
- blurb
- those goddamn clouds
- returning
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- swallowed all of your vitamins
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