golden fragments wisp and curl bleeding together they twist and twirl following suit into deepset ink blotter on fine Italian wool
so let down your hair, Rapunzel and awash me in your warmth lest this eruption pass and leave me a stain on your skin a devastated island in your golden pool
up late calling you late were you up? watching the skies? wishing on that lonely star that burned out decades ago? it's gone now you were too late calling it up a day late a dollar short
yesterday the government shutdown. today I think that God hates me and maybe I should just kill myself. yesterday I offered tissues to a woman crying on the train. today I built a wall between me and the universe. yesterday I yearned for peace. today I know there is no such thing. yesterday is the past. today is the now. today I lie awake. today I
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tiny cracks have begun to reveal themselves in what was once our porcelain skin and we powder our noses and rub the grime off the mirror to see ourselves in ways we wish the rest of the world would