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i just wanted to say some thing before i go to bed.

people don't get wiser just cuz they're older.
Folks is a plain- people is a place.
ive never felt more at home than being with your faces,
your crazy faces. your jackets, your bracelets, your dimples, your shoe laces.
your worn jeans, your soft skinned arms, your glazed over eyes, your slur, your drunken caress.

i love this enviornment, your blasphemy. your chastity. your sober thrust.

you dont grow up to grow love. love is born, and you learn. you wake up to a golden morning, chained with bedsheets, too sleepy to move. and
you see the sun creep across the walls, slowly, planned with time. eyes roll past and through- turning over the space, thorough and clean. you turn your heavy torso, rolling to the other side. and the shadows, still magestic. and you smell morning. morning. and you think.

god im so lucky to be alive. like its finally a privilege, not imprisonment.

people talk, with no truths. they suck in the ugly, spit it out just as quick. make a mess of the place.

for shame!

people talk, and thats why i dont listen anymore.