...
Like ribs you are better
the day after, when all
is forgiven. Death's daughter
you are often cross—bitter
as mustard, sweet
when collared—yet no one
can make you lose
all your cool
...
One day my heart will stop & still
you'll be here dark
green as heaven.
...
Like ribs you are better
the day after, when all
is forgiven. Death's daughter
you are often cross—bitter
as mustard, sweet
when collared—yet no one
can make you lose
all your cool
...
One day my heart will stop & still
you'll be here dark
green as heaven.
CA: @margotlaine
Venmo: @marghoul
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there's so many voices i've talked to over the years that i just, stopped hearing from entirely. they just vanished. and i'll never know what happened.
there's so many voices i've talked to over the years that i just, stopped hearing from entirely. they just vanished. and i'll never know what happened.