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thedustwhispered - - "cities, pt. 2 the city breathes smoke into the night, ghosts lit through the windows of seedy bars and other desperate places. her red lips stretched in a wolf’s smile are no consolation you can fathom. you find yourself in a crouch, knees collapsing like brief empires. strangers with hollow eyes cry emergency, beckon for resurrection. here, filtering breaths through your hands, every second spreads down your back like a burning forest. no angels survive in war zones like these. "View -
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hoom - - "I’m so stuck in the mud on the banks of yellow rivers and lush green rice paddies that I can’t even breath enough air in– so stuck I feel the need to peel the skin beneath my eyes with blunt nails and tweezers just to see, see what I’m missing, what I’m missing because even without the noise my concentration is shot. In the forehead. Hemorrhaging through the flood gates so quick, so much, too paltry that all I really want in life is to eat chicken, go to bed, pray and write. "View -
