my first love.
it's finally over.

how are you all?
i wrote this in honor of the closure.
xxx

bones in the backyard
and so
with our tongues against the frozen sickle
we pleasure with pain, satisfy the core
with the rotting and the frightening
muted sounds like cotton
fill the inside of your mouth
and you remember the drugs
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