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This blog officially endorses Ippolit Kuragin. More weirdos in lit for the sake of it, please

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Fucked by the system,

And admittedly, my own hubris.

Yet again...

A broke girl's endless journey.

The stale remnants of purge

In the back of my throat.

A great thirst- only to be revived

By the sweet nectar of eternal youth:

Miller High Life

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All these little orange people trynna get my rootbeer float

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Lay me in a bed of flowers

Beneath the stale summer sun

Deep within the tall, itching grass,

As little critters screetch and squeel.

Surly they will join me soon,

And it will be beautiful.

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Winter Cemetery

'Hauntingly beautiful' has never more suited the truth

Than in a place like this, designed with both in mind.

And never more so than a day like this

With freshly lain snow draped across.

Forgive my intrusion, I mean no morbidity

Only the silent peace that comes with

A place of familiar structure a

And strangely beaultiful nature.

But allow me, as pittance

To do just the slightest service

That only finds value in symbolism.

How unfairly the snow rests

To hide away a few lives here and there

While the rest shine proudly in this picturesque scene.

And so I give you the wipe of my sleeve,

The warmth of my fingers that now prick and tingle,

And the extra moments of my time

That would otherwise be spent in nothingness.

Rest easy, as I stay restless.

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i don't like soup what do you recommend

complete ego death and rebirth

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I know what we are.

At least I think I do.

I know in your dirty thoughts and words,

In your memories of girls before me,

In your lustful tales of the present

That don't apply to me.

And I'm fine with all that.

I, too, enjoy freedom and flirtation,

The free drinks and night of comfort

Periodically invited in with impulse.

We have the same simple pleasures

And understaning of our humanity.

But why, then, do you tease me like that?

Not a sexual taunt or luring flirt,

But a whisper of something more.

Why do you reach for my hand in public?

Why do you bring it to your lips?

Why do you hold me so dearly?

Why you gently kiss atop my head?

Why do you ask what adventure is next?

Why are my heart and head so confused?

...why don't I know which reality I would rather?

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You make it so hard.

When I first fell

It was your kindness

That drew me in.

And when I last fell

It was your kindness

That killed my heart.

How do you move on

When each step,

Even the end,

Is perfectly crafted?

How do you move on

When you make it so easy?

When you care so much?

When still speak gently?

You make it so hard.

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Time, my old friend, my greatest enemy

How much of you is left there?

What much rots?

Time, old friend,

What of our lots?

How long? How long.

You taunt me as you always have.

Now drawn out.

Locked in space,

Always about.

How long? How long.

It lasts in eternity-

Oh the pain.

Longer, you say.

A lasting stain.

How long? How long.

Though the bright is also lasting,

Yes, I know,

Bubble moments

Also grow.

How long? How long.

Yet taut with movement of yet to come.

Be the end

Your talking point

Ask me when.

How long? How long.

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Special shout out to the CEO of my company telling me to live on a house boat

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The way freezer burned convenience store chocolate oce cream tasts like childhood

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My toxic trait is that I like to eat the edible flowers they put on plates as decoration. They don't taste like anything, but I like the texture. I probably look a little crazy tho

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I don't like that bathrooms are called bathrooms. Most of the time, there's no bath, and even when there is, it's not the primary function of the room. Restroom is okay but still a bit misleading. They should be called toilet rooms.

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I am just a little doll. How sad.

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Secrets From My Lover

K*****, My Love, look away.

Allow me to hide my darkness from you-

Your gentle heart was not made for pain like mine.

See the smiles in joy,

Pressed lips in annoyance,

And soft eyes in our content moments that I relish.

But never see the secrets under my socks,

The sickening sounds beneath the strategically flowing faucet,

The shattered glass left to collect itself upon the bathroom floor.

Pay no mind to my absent moments,

When my humanity is gone from me,

And you are left to interpret a shell of a woman who can barely make excuses.

I’m sorry, My Love.

I may never be able to fix my brokenness,

But I can protect you from it.