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i want to admire your truth.

i want to admire your truth.

i’ve always been fascinated by the kind of art others don’t appreciate, the poetry etched in haste on the bathroom stall, the graffiti scrawled on passing train cars i suppose i love the abstract, the undefined, the stuff we share thinking no one will notice (but...
we could’ve been a masterpiece.

we could’ve been a masterpiece.

you said we used to be brilliant we used to shine like the sun we used to paint the town with the rhythm of our love but the only color we know now is the color of deceit we draw lines across the city, words etched like hexes from north to south you stay on your side,...
Artful Insanity

Artful Insanity

  Time stops, a random occurrence, while we collect our thoughts (I think we’re lost) but, maybe not Maybe, we’re found, caught between figments and notions of fiction and reality as we spin tales for other’s eyes (such greedy spies, they gobble...