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this is
the actual
space in
which i
live
in which
I never
baked
a cake
for
anyone
this is
the actual
face with
which
I kissed
ass and
told lies
when I
was nineteen
this is
the actual
taste
of missing
out, of
a life
that feels
restricted
coiled in
on itself
and minor
panic
never
really
startles all
of the birds
that eat the
crops
in the
farmers field
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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