only now do i perceive
no matter what i win
you’re not the prize
on seeing bleeding suns
in bloody seas, i was so deathly
certain of the worth of crowns
and merry-go-rounds, and even songs
for no one, i knew, i knew--but
i just don’t now and grass
goes gray beneath
the huge crushing softness
and i let myself spin
dizzily round, round to finally
realize that it’s not just spotlights
that move eyes forward
and i’ll never once be able
to keep you
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my pants smell weird, like clothes left too long sun-bleached in attics.
(see what i mean? what else can i say? it's not like we could have a worthwhile conversation over blogs, and there is no freaking way i could ever offer you constructive criticism.)
mmhmm.
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