i am tired of the body horrors of other people's children, i would like(pretty please) cotton-candy romance. an empty park at sunset with the geeserunning backwards and the bench making crosses in my back. the way his hair drips over his eyes, his shirt tight against his shoulders. all you internetghouls (i am among you):… Continue reading poem: lifeboat
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 