I reread that last poemthing backwards. it's not cool enough to really make sense backwards. but I liked it anyway.
stay back
take
onto, into leading into
read you, what thought you
what thought you
what mean didn't that don't
trust.
don't trust.
there's a throat-tightening. a wearying. a maybe-black maybe-blue maybe-dark maybe-grey maybe-nowhere
hope is a curse and I am not inside myself. I am not here.
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