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On an old wooden cross,
beneath the blistering Sun...
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My heart is broken into a million shards
But my demeanor won't let it show...
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I memorized the pattern of your curls-
The slope of each individual one clinging to your...
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“Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
And then I did it anyways...
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I grieved the golden tinsel in my hair.
I had a sinus infection...
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CREEK LOGIC
By TC...
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Gentle sea, blow your misty boats through southern...
Drifting clouds, in slow motion...
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I knew a girl named Rose,
Who's allergies would never let her be exposed...
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Little swimmer, needs a lead,
His millions of buddies should have followed the...
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BREAKFAST BLOOD
By TC, August 2026...
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Dark and grimy,
Flesh falls behind me...
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Buried in pain!
Feeling such strain...