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instructor
adulthood is when you get too old to like the people telling you what to do is when "instructor" changes from your pretty second grade teacher with the soft voice to a boss who probably couldn't pass that second grade class adulthood is terrifying
plausible
you were a very plausible mistake full of reasonable promise and decent intentions sent spiraling down a path of moderate apathy and excessive greed
sniper
distance isn't just a thing but miles do not stretch these things are unbending brittle in the way of stones and strong like heavy rain there is power in the distance but much more in disguise
entirety
the eternity of substance is limited by quantity much more than by valor when our water stores run dry when the entirety of supermarkets are cleaned down to the empty shelves it will not be the heroes that somehow procure more rather, it will be the theives
knee
If you kneel I'll bruise Heavy purple, ugliness Hide it in the pew
barricade
we only ever see as far as light provides for and our path is only ever lit but the flame that we create ourselves behind each darkened barricade could lay lumps of coal or hardened sheets of ice and I wonder which is worse
flea
The power of forced entrance Waits not only for the strong The best laid walls of mice and men Are nothing against fleas Some filth apart from mud is dust Some dust is limitless
date
dates are different things for those who mark their planners carefully who cross off boxes on a calendar and run through days like marathons shrugging off the minutes or drinking down the time drowning in an hour on a bench with a pretty girl or staring at their watches dates are different things for those picking up a that pretty girl at 8:00
distilled
distilled into the bottom of a glass this curious case is closed whatever substance it may be that molds itself to love or hate does not change as medium or fuel in unlit charge distilled into a single spark Let no man stand his ground
tousled
I want to be the girl with messy hair Who used to occupy my mind The endless black of pupils Caught in photographs Now feel hallow in my skull I want to be the slightly tousled girl The recklessly abandoned girl The sick and vaguely frantic girl The one who used to bleed
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