quasi_sean

Oh boy, the sounds.

an envelope containing the last words ever uttered by a diseased emotion stuck knives deep in the hearts of the masses. ugly, of course, the time it took brilliance to shine thru the faded curtains and sheets and to lite a candle for the feelings of yesterday. i have twelve memories and they are all fading fast.

if i died at 12. and here i am now w/only sad songs in my heart.

christ, how the years have aged me faster than i could ever imagine.

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spin spin.

too diet.

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embellished accusations of guilt. ride me. fuck me fast and dissolve. create new poems for new year.

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happy new year to you all. i miss the ones i've grown to love.

hugs and kisses.

sean.