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• quaalude.

  
  the back of my brain buzzes.
  i pan the streets for gold;
  throat a heart's cliff edge,
  stomach a fluttering vibrato.
  
  
  a peripheral trick and they both lurch but
  it’s just magical thinking.
  it’s not you. 
  

  Apr-13-26

  crush, love, lovesick, poem, poetry, quote, young love

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• in retrospect, was the impetus meaningless, or the only moment absolutely critical?

  May-01-24

  limn, poem, poetry, question, quote, retrospect

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