Tomorrow

Mother of dragonflies

Mother of fireworks

Mother of..mine. [I came to stare at the wreckage]

Unfortunate.

Uninvited.

Unforgiven.

THIS IS NOT ALLOWED

Cigarette daydreams- in their unforgettable vagueness…

I am only human, only – no contact, only all is..violent. Is all…right?

Tomorrow is a relative term, we’re never getting there. Tomorrow is errors on canvas, Tomorrow we start the new normal. Permanently. And I,

I wanted to see what your life looked like.

I came to see the damage.

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