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This fluid is confined to single file lines. This life is allogenic and its ruddy blues serve to remind me you’re in me but not of me, from origins unknown. In me but not of me, your gift of anonymity draws questions of identity, heterogeneity of me and you, w...

Am I out in limbo, less a man than a mannequin? Am I out on a limb, burning daylight pining patiently? A claim's made that intent is a backhanded compliament But I'm taking each step like a fresh faced endeavor. "Hope springs eternal" These are pointless words...

In a moment of lucidity, you said to me: "Push this boat from shore. What I am now is past and with every passing moment I resemble myself less and less. Don't let this be living for me" In death, dignity. 

post-morbidity, pre-mortality, the dying proceeds and the living intercede on the behalf of your best interests as we perceive them and so you sign this document stating the following 'please let me go' post-morbidity, pre-mortality, facing this inevitably...

Good things go for those who wait too long to say, but who's to say that this is the end. I am. This time we have permanence. This time we are separated by an infinite distance. 

I told the new me: "Meet me at the bus station and hold a sign that reads: 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life'" But the old me met me with a sign that read: "Welcome back" Who you are is not a function of where you are. 

'oh, sweetest piece of me' you say 'i've found your place in me has grown too small to fit and still grows smaller everyday in retrospect.' the me in you has changed, the you in me still stays the same, each has no bearing on the other, so we could say of one...

why can't it be me the charismatic lunatic they would flock, but rather pathetic projecting reflecting evasive and avoided this is self-loathing by proxy this is abandonment anxiety all I want is to hurt and be hurt and be done with it willow weep for me