You can’t hurt me
I am plastic
My skin is fake
You can just imagine
How my heart would be
You can’t adore me
I will not feel
Your emotions will go to waste
Your vibes will be colorless
Compared to my nothingness
Compared to my nonexistence
Save those feelings
Save that spur
They will not pay off
They will only melt
Just by considering
Being in the vicinity
Of my sun
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
1 comment:
"Your vibes will be colorless" ftw
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