feminist boot camp took the backseat
lady nectar's rants, too drenched to stand
linear equations and socio-economic ethics on halt
spitting instead of waiting on tables
full stop
a world view can still be absent of yourself and the ones around you
so i'm glad before you were gone i
cranked neck to snort and breathed in a side eye view of you two
your sprayed tangents, feral smells, you were connected, flawless
in darkness, in depth - one scratch wouldn't suffice
rip
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| "hey, these look like birds, don't they?" ---lights trashcan on fire--- |