Wednesday, November 13, 2024

 i rig things to blow

every conversation a setup

an entrance into a pipeline

i rig things to blow

the foundation of the building is sinking into soiled ground

and every wall we put up makes it sink slower

i loved you

more than any person has ever loved anything

and i will torture myself for what i did

until my last breath

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