from a chair, picked for me?

the chakra demons came for Amiee’s ashes yesterday

she could never get high enough when you were around figuring she’d bloom later when temptation walked in and her flower devoured sin

is there a place i can go?

don’t keep “baby, i don’t know oh, oh oh,” me

you preach to the hurting with that stubborn face and dive once more as he’s chosen your space through magnolia wind and forget-me-nots

give to me

this is the heel theme for you a darkened american dream where days come down for nyc girls panting in rain soaked shoes

it’s really just a message to myself

i crossed bridges to remember late last december having ontological intercourse with Talisa

left to feel your best

alone

knowing

you didn’t really do that

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