do you ever feel like you are writing the same poem over and over

how you can fall in love over in over

adjacent to the garden a feather

adjacent

undressing windows

existing armatures talking about high school ap physics

tell me what people want to hear

tell me what to write

fuck my poem over and over again

covered new rape of human

blown boiled dove beats without sex in a fiery fit

decompressing silent sly transgressed plots of love

the distance is one of play

my sex

I cry because you dont care to remember this:

Im all for dreams as long as they are not pathological monster memes

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