forfeiting security for something i remember to be valuable though i have forgotten what it is.

do not need to see.

the question of terror.

your sins are the sins of the world.

you are in them and of them.



private words in a private book on the very softest paper i have

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intimacy detached from libido:

the toddler kiss

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ennui: bordem of the soul.

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rx gobble

projection screen

the audience knows

we can have it all

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twilight pleases

nothing hours

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refrigerator garden:

limp funks and magnets, the garfields,

the dangerous grass

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i can trace your departure in ink

i can get away fast