Her wet nonexistent fingerprints run through / my scalp muttering, how would I let anyone take you.
The first time I pried a blade from your fist I told myself never again
"Eulogy: Tron Blue," "You would've hated your funeral," and "About Kam"
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A-U-T-O-matic as the might of a 17-year-old
/ Becomes reduced to hissing.
Attempt to Explain How Dysphoria Feels Using Ripley’s Believe It or Not
My eyes would trace / each scale.
