We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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Juice
In a bottle, out the tap, I got this juicy goo in my veins. Whole stop. Gummy mummy waxing effigy, midnight the museum move like molasses statue sneak self-robbery or self-delivery. Goal stop. Hold the field’s revolution, take the cake claim the game, drink the juice jugo sluice open gates red punch river feed the…
boy
In the aftermath of fighting for my life at least twice my soul lay like an ash field of nightmares and memories of how I survived, but there
friend or shellfish
Serpent currents fish up friend food, or shellfish not for you food, dead end dread mood and it says hide hide mine mine shame is the game, this acid on plastic, eating away my pride like it and shame aren’t two halves of the fish scale when in fact they hurt the same (thank you,…
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Jordyn Saelor 