I saw the best minds of my generation splattered against their skull cages, downing Nyquil mixed drinks or quietly muttering “split this Xanax with me.”
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They told me to keep running, to never stop, to breathe through it, that just when I feel like giving up, I’ve only used 35% of my potential or something like that so I walked before I crawled- a mad dash suspended in every tentative wobble until I was the fastest girl in my class, as long as they were sprints because long distance never held my attention until I found myself running across state lines and rocky mountains, ping pong passed back and forth with paws hanging, but I
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There is a broken woman inside of some rainy Portuguese windows. Her face is crackling and crumbling like the chipped buildings that line the streets
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Panting children are at my door whose throats have left their bodies. Whose voices have left for Jesus Christ or Santa Claus or else found their way into crack pipe smoke.
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