Poems

If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth just so that if you ever looked above you and said a prayer to God I would make sure he hears you.

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I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamitybecause tragedy seems to be the only commoditythat’s suitable for my trade. I strip tease insanity and lap dance to sadnessI pole dance for an audience of fear and anxietyI give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard.But through the difficulties I give head […]

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