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I only come out at night. I realize the implications of this.

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I made a suicide girl Contemplate life Heroin and sex Was the first date night Too bad we both hated the sober me She spilt her tattoos onto my skin Only gave a fuck when she was over me A heart was not the shape we were in

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She watched me shower I didn’t mind She wanted badly to get in with me Into the warmth The smoothness of two bodies But she couldn’t “Too soon”, she said I washed my hair She peeked over the door I washed my body I heard her sigh

She’s scared of her own shadow I hold her anywhere I can Anytime I can We lay there in silence Thinking of beautiful things to say

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Foolish ghouls Ghosts exchanging hosts Sinister serenades of conflict Evicting the yearning to exist Dancing in bliss

This is now a poetry only page

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Every choice we make is death Kill your darlings And while you’re at it, your ego Die to the world For yourself For all

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We’re all capable of murder just some of us are fond of it as well

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The key to liking your own writing is to forget what you wrote

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She's always been confused About where she wants to be When she feels used It brings a comfort you can't see We're the same person inside She is attracted to what I hide I love her like a song in my head I love her like the wrong side of the bed

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She treats me like worn shoes Walks all over me in the pattern of a heart I'm tired of trying to find the clues I'm just not that smart

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I write sad poetry for myself The way old men eat antacids Even if it’s not what i need I bust it out regularly As a sort of comfort Because life gets spicy Regularly And I can’t handle it Without some comfort Preferably chewable

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I’m drinking. Ask me anything

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Don’t sleep on napping

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It’s so quiet on Bluesky I can hear myself think

I have achieved the impossible. I had one plate and kept the portions small enough not be over full. Please clap.

Maybe instead of making the Macy Day parade 50 small concerts they should just focus on making one good parade

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I like Thanksgiving because it really highlights America’s obsession with food. Nothing like grown men talking about a dead bird like it’s the cure to their depression and can fix their marriage.

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a man with glasses and a beard is saying this is how i win

If people you don’t like come to Thanksgiving dinner just talk them in to eating too much so they have to poop more later

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You’re in her DMs, I’m in her DMs, we’re in her DMs, we should make a group chat

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My posse’s on broadway but I’m at home sleeping

The salad days of threads just can’t be compared to

Slurk @slurk.bsky.social · 27/11/2024

All holidays should be food based

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Doper than the We’re The Miller’s camper Funky like the gym room laundry hamper

People say “hey saucy how you been?” And I say “sleepy”

It’s me your boy Saucy Pasta

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This one’s about you You could never see that you’re a fire And I can’t forget how to be gasoline No matter how much effort we put in We’ll never get out of this But watch me get gone it’s not without the devastation It’s all I know Turn my white knuckles bloody Over a future I’ll never know

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I put the sick in cyclically Well I don’t right now but I will again soon

Poems Like This Really Annoy Me If They Have No Good Reason To Be In This Format

Control is an illusion and that is why magicians are so powerful

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Inside you are two wolves and they are gay with each other

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Every morning I wake up smart and then I’m dumb again by bedtime

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My accusations are on a diet now

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Joy is the thief of comparison

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When the sheets are soft as baby hair And those restless legs keep kicking I’ll be there like an actor hitting his mark In the movies of your mind Playing this 2$ smile again and again I’ll never mess up another line Because you loved me then

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When you’re all alone Listening to music in your bed Feeling big awful sad for yourself And the tears come rolling You don’t even brush them away They’re of no comfort With no one to witness Their wetness as they glisten