

the saviour is sleepingand I don't believethe saviour is sleeping
in fairytales
anymore.
the world has kidnapped my last name, my bones speak to my organs in tongues. i fumble for my blood, it loses and i lose
it.
and i Am losing.
i am losing my best raincoats, i am not myself, or i am becoming someone i am afraid to get along with.
she almost wants to be alone; to wait for someone who knows that liking vitamin d milk, that is poetic, and a messy
--
dawnie.darko
My gallery (not much submitted yet)
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And I will take the opportunity to advertise my dear friend Jordan AKA JD777
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