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flickerflicker
I’m the ignition
and I can’t—
I can’t—
Oh god I can’t.

But
how I love
the way you'd roll excuses off the tip of your tongue


Poetry is all around us. Let’s create something beautiful


Perhaps it was peculiar,
How he’d just stand on the other side of her self-d e s t r u c t i o n
“This,” he says (lovingly) “is perfection.” he smiles.
“For those of us a little more special than others.”

And he tells her:
”This is b.e.auty, my love”

and even though beauty didn’t rest in bones
she (lovingly) believed
that she was beautiful.

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