

the smile that fell like raini think you're angry you're angry cardboard flowers and cut-out stars.the smile that fell like rain
you seems to hide it well as we write our name in wet concrete.
it is the proof that we were once alive.
the scattered plastic shards would keep us in our place,
but not tonight.
were awake in our dreams and there are shooting stars.
i dont want to screw this one up.
the more i want to remember, the more i tend to forget.
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in pitch dark rooms full of pitch dark words and smiles that would fall like drops of rain.
you make


let's paint our lungs blackwhen we first met my body sang to me a warning,let's paint our lungs black
but i misheard the words and
since then there have only been nightmares.
your hands slip under my shirt and
dont say a word because youre drunk
and im here.
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our lungs are full of cancer.
i should listen more carefully next time, now
we sit in denial as we paint them black with cigarettes.
i use to purposefully try and find the flaws in your body but i gave up after finally realizing there were none.
i could count all of your bones,
but you probably


choking smokers and choir boysi.choking smokers and choir boys
cold fingers ran down his spine and he knew what was coming.
now all he can do is scream.
the choking smokers and choir
boys dont stop to stare there
anymore. theyve learned to ignore
the signs.
ii.
hes a polaroid picture thats
been preserved, sometimes
he smiles but sometimes he
cries.
we can see right through him.
iii.
he once told me that he wished
he was a bird so that when things
got too hard for him to handle he
could fly away.


porcelain poetryyou were porcelain poetry andporcelain poetry
the earth we lived on had two moons.
(at night they would both hold hands.)
.
i keep remembering
our naked mornings and our naked nights.
we were the sound of the ocean.
wed smoke poison and
watch our liquid sex squirm.
.
how are the cigarette burns treating you? theyre treating me well.
(but sometimes i miss the fire.)
.
lets bleed all over the carpet, were knee-deep in secrets.
i miss your voice when you still sang and wh

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Shall we hide this yogurt after having garliced it, or shall we hide it without garlicing it?
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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
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