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If you want to see me bear my heart and soul, then you’re in the right place.

Stains on a feather The weight of my soul Blood drips like fetters As eight legs sit cold.png
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A prayer laced with slurs and profanity Barking to an outer god Whose eyes peer through sinew as glass Naive to how it means to be.png
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Nietzche wrote a prison for me. An eternity spent in a stunted anal stage Waking intermittently Into chains built from bargain bins And middle-class gratitude.png
Loving Memory of What It's Like to Die.png
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