HeyJaredWæfre
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Of Mice and Men Got Me Thinking About Life (opens the original)
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A Mirage • Nothing is perfect • Always something • A niggle, a wrinkle, a rock in the road • A false word • How everything is a circle • The place where you dream is the place you’ll die • The snake that runs into the heron • The heron that flies into the sun • The sun that hides from the moon behind a mountain • The moon that looks behind the mountain when the sun is in the sky • Death & Life are twins • Separated by Dust • Not stardust • Just dust • That’s all we are • Impulse and Impatience t
Olivia Dean Moves My Life (opens the original)
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I’m standing still, too still for someone aliveThen your voice comes, making me moveSlippers kicked aside, feet skidding over my surfaceThe tempo in my chest in time with your timeNowStardust floats from my bones, sunlight blinded by the light insideMoving over the mirrored stars of La La LandSwaying my hair through the air like a willow, I move from my sanctuary to the worldReminding this man that he’s the mancould be, always was, never wasn’t, always will beDancing through the debris of regret
Thinking About Not Fucking The Girl With The Skinny Waist and Massive Tits At 3AM (opens the original)
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Your friends ask me if I would ever cheat, the three of them sat on the other side of the booth, good cop, bad cop and the cop that looks through the two way mirror who presses pause on the tape recording. I pause before I say, ‘No.’ One of them looks away disappointed, the other dips a chicken nugget too generously into some ketchup, the other nuggets knowing that at least one of them will be consumed dry. The middle girl doesn’t look anywhere, just straight at me, ‘I don’t believe you.’ She th
Maybe You’re Not Ugly Enough (opens the original)
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I see a little girl running from nothing what do you seeTo be everything, to be him or her, to be it or thatThe star, the billboard, the smile, vogue, icon, genius, You’re no longer a childRunning through dandelions to the applause of cricketsFeeling the blades tickle unmarred skin, the sun pushing you to the horizonTo have everything you must leave somethingLittle piecesA pinkie beside a ladybird, half an eye in the shade of a poppy, a single rib for the fliesNow you’re standing with other pick
The Dawn On Your Skin (opens the original)
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I used to wakeBefore it allLie in the darknessWhile others lay in dreamsThe silenceYour breathWaves of feelingI’d waitFor the death of night, the birth of lightWater in my desertFor the sneaking past curtainsWatch it pass my sat up skinWalk over your pink topBe my hand in your dark hairMy lips upon your cheekLight digging through eyelids for sapphires I wouldn’t moveWatch your life rise and fall without tempestI could reach outAt any momentTouch what the sun hasBut I do
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