my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
Brandi Bird, Pitiful
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*HUNGER AS FIRE SEASON*
I have wet eyes & want so badly to be loved a wall between
contrasts orange & blue sun & sky keep me comfortable
& don’t ask...
17 hours ago
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