i killed the calling towers
to race to days i find in between
pages of novels that were never
printed properly
because sitting in the sun
it's like tanning with acid baths
driven by itself to oblivion
these frowns are reserved for elsewhere
banish the thoughts that eat me
love like the pysche
and live like my stubborn skin
my eyes dilate in rhythms that don't exist
i am here
i am not
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