

the art of detachmentYou split hands from cheeks, cupped, like English tea in morning light before a cool moan has swept over.the art of detachment
I laid my eyelids down, dropped lashes hard to the floor, so the sound of breaking away came from me, instead
of your heel-slaps
against stone.
My mutters ran along with the drowsy winds,
pushing my heart back inside,
where the polished worktops and a neatly made bed left me with nothing to do
but glare at the dent
you left in my sofa
or in my bird-cage of a chest
and four days I remained there,
working my way into


Toxic LogicSweet brontide wont let you sleep at night smoke filled eyes cant see the sky smoke filled lungs cry and die Toxic logic stops that hand from shaking Toxic logic stops those babies making Cough and call Wipe that blood from the wall Canerous breath Stops you from talking Cancerous death Stops you from walking Can you feel that spreading Ciggarettes lit smokey haze I have cancer I think i'll quitToxic Logic
Great gallery.. I'll
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memento mori
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