as the sun
comes up at night
I go to sleep
in the morning
and
puke
witnessed
by sunbeams
and butterflies
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crossinglines
is
noteasy
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broken
a broken hand
that heals
the wrong way
needs
to be broken
again
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in transit
this yellowness
takes them
to another world
captivated by screens
sharing the same
outer one
and I am
begging
to get out
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people
new people
lots
and lots of them
becoming familiar
and still
feeling new
to me
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