People there are
People I know
People I’ve invented
People I know I have invented
People who have invented me
Thus ends the inquisition
Step back into the blizzard
Of relational dissolution
Thus ends the confessional
Step back from the sticky
Turning of the insides out
People, step back—nothing to see here
Don’t you see the yellow tape?
Suffering means we are never alone
Despite the romantic appeal of lonesome grace
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Echoes: I can type, so I guess I can make movies with Xtranormal.com.
Poetry just sounds better on a British subway car for some reason.
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