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#362

butterfly guts and earthworm teeth.

a rolling rock losing moss and gathering stories.

ruin my lunch with a compliment sandwich

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Can our hip bones be pen-pals?

Serious inquiries only.

#firstfilthofthenewyear

1/15/22

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#361

The world is crumbling at our feet, so let us roll in the debris and fuck away the cares we already don't have.

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#360

Ugly beings such as myself shouldn't have the luxury of holding back tears. Break you fool, break and weep and be exposed.

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#359

Self-felating poetry drivel dribbling down the chin of a self-made man unmotivated in worst of ways.

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Filth #358

Liquid currency consumed at noon.

A numbing nuance related to nothing.

A question of hope lost and swallowed.

A shallow promise shattered under heel.

Liquid audacity spilled after noon.

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Filth #357

Codex 14195-Z

A lover in motion stays in motion.

Continuing fornication and frolicking.

There is no judgment only lost joys.

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Something filthy this way comes.

A tome of dark desires and bad weather.

We weaponize our sorrow in the worst ways.

Blood, dust and rust.

Monuments to heartache.

Something filthy always leave a stain.

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The dirt underneath my tongue tastes like you.

We are the cute and the buried.

Dimes and prophets.

Loaners and lovers.

Filth and finer things we lie about wanting.

The dirt underneath my tongue is for a garden.

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Silent yet writhing souls.

This is what we buried.

Names and faces unwashed.

Abandon all hope.

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We are the lost puppy seeking pets and scratches and a warm bed to sleep.

I follow warmth with innocent desires.

I want to be held and made whole.

Why does it feel dirty to want this?

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Filth #356

She cut hearts and stars into her fishnet stockings in order to give them a new identity. Her bloody knees and bruised legs gave a backstory to stories people only thought they knew.

Stars and hearts.

Wishes and brokenness.

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Filth #355

We we're just 2 boys trying to love 2 girls trying to learn 2 boys.

We we're awkward and fumbling over bodies we didn't love.

We we're lust solidified and spirits finding new flesh.

We lost to better lovers but not better men, we we're just boys.

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Filth #354

@nosebleedclub - What feels impossible

Giving up the ghost, the host, and most.

The skeletons, the secrets, and the keys.

The diamonds, the rough, and the promise to keep.

What feels impossible is living.

What feels impossible is not existing.

And yet death I've seen.

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Filth #353

I got a tattoo of God on my chest just so I could get it removed.

I wrote her name on my wrists just so I could cut them out of me.

I walk down hills just to walk up them again, in the rain and snow.

I chew on bitter pills to make sure I taste all of the bitterness.

I hurt because hurting feels like living with purpose. fucked up.

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never underestimate the speed of an alcoholic. we're damn fast when danger is near. to or fro. whiskey and gin become a rival to lightning.

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Filth#352

coughing up blood on her bedroom door

her bedroom door laughs at me

my knees tremble

i collapse

she laughs