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A messy bundle of things I wrote a long time ago. Roughly traced back to early 2007. Some of them are too short to be posted alone, so they've been posted with others of similarly troublesome lengths that use the same themes.


Welcome to the whiskey sorrows

of a girl locked in her tomb;

"love will be the end of me,"

she'd say, she'd say;

"love will be the end of me."


Take me back to

before our eulogy;

when the ocean

went on perpetually

& tasted more

of tarts

than bitter starfish

& broken hearts.

The End

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