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I want flowers
but I do not want
Too many

When I used to have slow time
I love you more than anything
else right now

It will remain in
the magazine
forever

I’ve been alone
in places a lot
I know I’ve been
my body before
all the
time

starving and comfortable
most of the time I’m my tooth

If I had known you were
coming here
I would have baked
you a cake

“that’s not god”
I overheard

Did I just change my life
around an imaginary chef?

I like to be the beast
Welcome to New York.

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2 Comments»

  nessajay wrote @

I love your poetry.

  mrpillis wrote @

Thank you! That means alot :)


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