…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.
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YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 9
…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.
between my ears
It’s all gone to hell.
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
meanwhile
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
just words
Poetry is only a moment.
