ammmn't, anymore

one pack a day on some summer night! I am sorry I tried that, I have hundreds of unfinished paragraphs. what day is it, even? trying to count in evens. I think we're at 45. all of my relationships are mountains. I don't like some of your names. I like mine own. a bull charging at me, charge me. I slept with the one who broke my heart for years. I was a whole person, again and I thought I'd never be. I said inside voiced, I guess you'll own me forever. I would do anything you say. I would move to chicago instantly at your urge. ready to be destroyed again. but of course, I am bigger than I thought. big enough to brush away memory shines, pull out the splinters. lamenting at seven whole years passed. you're not a matter-to-me, I'm glad I'm on the internet where you'd never think to look for me. I'm alright with your living, our earlymorning why not. I didn't tell you anything, and you faded like time makes. my hair still grows, I still sustain a body. the craze wanders, dissipates. but we must have known when we started, again. smoke a pack to your face and die of young too-much, much too young.

youths

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a real air blown through, even I feel fall immanent.
cat on bed
hair familiarly oiled with an eastern spirit
,easy spirit
,naturalizer
blooded marias.
sunset parks
icedcream
bicycles (brakeless, reckless)
drunk tongue
remainders
reminders
girlfriend (not girl, friend or girl friend)
tall & bold
young not old
already been told
vacuum
money
laundrey
time
local gala apples
lorn.