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as if (part ii)
would you wound my daughter whose heart i cherish / & then claim to know my own, as if your ignorance had perished / would you disregard my heart for what’s in your chest, as if it could rival my...
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maple nightstands
Filed under: pinno carpentry Tagged: 2012, cabinetry, frame and panel, half-blind dovetail, joinery, maple, mortise and tenon
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charis & i
Filed under: slave Tagged: 2012, art, little boy, little girl, pencil, portrait
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else
tomorrow, will you remember my embrace like / a wool sweater on your skin / after another night, will you not bother to look twice / when you see my resemblance in him / time will only convince your...
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our grave could’ve been the dirt that we looked up from to watch our sky turn
tears soil our ground from the hurt / little girl, our grave could’ve been the dirt / that we looked up from to watch our sky turn / but now, make my ears bleed as i lay us down / with how i suffocated...
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how is this what you wanted
well, you won’t have to hear “please” from my lips again / “please” from your mouth hurts like hell in my chest / well, i know i’m an ass, but you won’t have to know me again / thought i’d meant...
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her frame
Filed under: pinno carpentry Tagged: 2012, joinery, little girl, maple, spline, walnut
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tomorrow
close your eyes on yesterday, & admit you’re blind to me / why would you hold to the past / its hands lay on you its demands / i demand nothing, other than you to not linger on wasted memories /...
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beloved ii
beloved, do you know how your sins bruise my skin? / i know your decadence, & i know the heart within / a heart that’s precious to my own, even though it’s fallen beloved, do you hear my voice as...
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as if
would you wear yourself out on your lusts / & then expect my pardoning hand, as if i wasn’t just / would you harbor all that robbed me of my blood / & then expect my arms, as if their veins...
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