perfect storm

i asked you to see me and you said you saw me at least i think you did, i couldn’t make out the sounds as they fell from your beautiful mouth, your lips they’re so much fuller than mine and i‘m hypnotized by the shape reminding me of winter clouds seen from airplane windows inviting […]

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fuck you’s

there are so many unsaid, unwritten fuck you’s and the fuck you’s stack up like bricks so let’s play a game of fuck you tetris until we’ve created a platform to stand on and recite the remaining and long overdue fuck you’s to those who earned them — a. duncan, 2017         […]

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