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asylum
The act of repeating things and hoping for something different. – Art by me :) One of thirty self-portraits I made in material exploration today haha
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“One Art”
For me, poetry has done what I can’t really explain:
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Throat
I am choking. I am choking.
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washing. scrubbing. scratching.
Like blood Like water.
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timber
Finally, there will be the yearning for yourself, and maybe what once was.
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Jigsaw
If (I) were anything
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Bathe
you know it’s bad when…
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Conversation With A Humble Salesman
A conversation when I was buying ice.
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An Ode To The Sky and nothing more
At least if I’m a comet…
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Drive
You have to drive.
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Melody Zhang 