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A Fanfare
01:14
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I can't catch my breath and in the moment it feels like I never will again. It's for the best. I'll scream until my lungs give out; at least I can say I've achieved something if I can prove to myself I still feel.
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Lists/Leaves
02:21
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I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in. All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens and I'm twisting brickstone red in my teeth until my gums bleed. I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of tongue tripping over teeth; I'm losing pieces of myself in the living rooms of friends. It's a sideways glance I'm done dancing in-between. I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self but I'm slipping into being. I'm brimming at the surface of my skin; opening.
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Safer Scene
01:47
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No breath is not vital and each thought can inspire; today I come with open lungs to the voices of others and fall deaf to myself
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Thorns
03:30
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I wish that my dreams didn't give this garden thorns. And if I thought anything different could exist I'd carve it into the walls of my skull a million times until I went blind inside. But where would I find the ink to paint this picture if I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
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Trapped in my skin, eyes closed, I see nothing. Doors closed, open, closed again.
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untitled.
03:17
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Wait or wade in; I'm a house fire pouring myself out of my mouth, in a whisper or in bed screaming 'this is how it's done', to the margins, take cover, melt mute on the tip of my tongue. Bite yours like I'm fighting for you. I can speak your truth. I know it so well. Like I'm oh-so loud, I'm burning everything down. Tell me how it is and I'll spill my big puddle of words all over your silence. Cry silver into magpie ears, I'll rust and smother here. I see my dirty lungs hung out to dry, breathing false, dripping these words beside me. Lay this voice limp on the balcony, reeling off everything stuck in these teeth.
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We Met Upon the Level
04:56
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Post a letter to myself, leave it on the mat. Write again; let my words pile up by the door. Never leave the house.
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We Part Upon the Square
02:49
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In the calm of the eye you'll find me inside a weathervane. Both feet buried in the pavement, at pains not to be aimless. I am everyone I've ever met in stages; some are fading.
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(;⌣̀_⌣́)
02:06
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Some long drive home to be told the colour spots the headlights put behind my lids held still everything I've ever seen in a single concertina image. I couldn't believe it, but I didn't open my eyes for weeks.
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