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October 10, 2017
By Z.S.Vieques SILVER, Ann Arbor , Michigan
Z.S.Vieques SILVER, Ann Arbor , Michigan
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another, because the arches in the sky aren’t/electric enough/you make the mistake of telling me you want someone to die for you, lose your composure in the early morning.


in a lab, poised by a burette worth more than my past three outfits put together, the dark red liquid in your beaker


beige-boy holds it out to me, asks me to smell it, i try to and the world moves fast to pull it away, your eyes wide, cheeks high and pretty


i’m not the type of person you ask those questions

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I wrote this when I was sad, but not too sad. 

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