i am poet for the moment. i am temporary extraordinary.
i strive to string words in ways that work. it doesn’t often work but i’ll try anyway and i’m a hopeless wanton when it comes to beautiful things. i feel no shame. i know no guilt. i know love. i know hate. i know longing. i like to say fuck, shit and jesus fucking christ.
love me. hate me. whatever, so long as i make you feel something.
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