Poems from taylor.abbr

Itchy skin, cicadas, buzzing lights, shivering, waking up when the sky is cloudy, a metal fork scratching a porcelain plate, falling in...
There’s a tapping noise repeating like a never ending intro And a light that I should know is only coming from my window When my eyes are...
My parents think I’m still fucked up cuz you’re dead My parents ask why I don’t talk to my friends about you We are all still fucked up...
“Reality” is the thing with a sharp edge That cuts like that of a knife And stings the skin without the blood And leaves –an invisible...
I’m homesick for your body like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t wait to run my fingers over you Like a key searching for a lock on...

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