cr

my body is a temple and there’s another funeral today

never mix business and pleasure.

I’m tired of being my best.

Are you okay? I wish I weren’t.

open sesame

i’m a knife. knifin’ around. cut cut cut cut cut cut cut.

i got mine.

chewed off its wrist at the shackle and waved goodbye.

those with ‘something to fall back on’ invariably fall back on it.

unbaptized by your kisses.

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