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i feel the anxious in my chest stomach
bile? breakfast? maybe.
but i want the southers in voices and charms
and the sweat like a days hard work
with a little bit of guilt and a lot of smiles
fake named
cheap beered
smiled pretty
dirtied dirty words

can you stand it?

want

I want to sleep at the bottom of rivers water flowing over and through. I want to be the rock and you can shape me to fit your landscape.
I want you like a good story.
I want to explode in to something beautiful like fireworks and dandelions. Not something ugly and messy the way humans tend to be.

on 19th ave.

my thoughts are mine and me
but i promise you're in there somewhere, tracks to my train.
i'm going nowhere without you.
and the wails lonely
been hearing them so long, you haven't heard them in so long

scattered and self indulgent
i blame it on the loose leaf.