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linolinguistic · 3 years
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3am....
At 3am the silent echoes
Of a dead street beg
For one more round.
Hope is the loudest compound
And this alloy turns to rust
In the corners of the bed.
Imagine your mouth salivating at
The edges of a dream the mind
Refuses to replicate.
Fortitude becomes the body bent
Into a question mark after logic.
One pillow tries to muffle
The fingers gunning down
Every optimistic bone
Asking for happiness
Over education.
How the madness at 3am
Swells behind the ears.
How the pages flip in
The fan of ashes in an
Unmade bed.
Never been real.
Never fit in an old
Crease of familiarity.
Never been a smooth cover
With the bumps of everything
Swept under.
Here again.
Back in the lucid land
Of a decision.
Laid down battle scars
To the weight of tomorrow’s leaving.
Sleep solidifies mantras from
Marked pages of a message thread.
The thoughts don’t leave
At 3am.
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linolinguistic · 4 years
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linolinguistic · 4 years
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If I made you exist
If i have already spelled you
onto this plane
And spun your secrets into
A body
Conquered alchemy
Then surely
I can make you disappear
With an abra kadabra
And an alakazam
Two men watch
And i disappear
Or so we think
Even I have tricked myself
To only seeing the curtain
Denied the droplets
Of my blood at the scene
I haven’t earned the title of
Magician
Because still behind the red velvet
Is a heart that
Melts at
The smell of smoke bombs, hack saws
And your secret drawers
My magic
That can pull rats from pockets
And pick their locks and
saw myself in half
And chant their names
Into nonexistence
And this is the show
Eyes sparkled with glitter
But the distraction tastes
Bitter once I know that
i am the trick
I am the fool
The crowd will just
As quickly forget to
Remember my name
When I leave town
I wish that the
Mystery would linger for life
Taking your knee
And becoming the
Trouble and strife
You uncurl in the night.
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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When I can’t tell you I love you, I kiss your shoulder, your knee, your back. The words slip from my lips onto your skin and you never hear me.
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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This fucking curse
This magic that coils around people who have never believed
Who never see
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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Up for the slaughter
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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Bump in the light
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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We don’t have to keep washing our mouths out with the people who poisoned us.
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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I miss you
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linolinguistic · 5 years
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