Monthly Archives: January 2015


These things I warrant, and see, these ghosts, aspirations and hopes these fading things. My eyes, in a cracked mirror. This ghost, clattering… I talk so fucking fast. A poet of listicles. Shallower than Plath. No clue where my inner … Continue reading

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Faked it… Never quiet made it.

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