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things that may or may not be empathy but probably aren't

Posted to Action Poetry




nobody is anything except what they are.empty crypticsms from a girl with almost orange hair.and that wasn't even worth reading.

the velvets are crashed out on the floor in my head like its some village loft apartment , lou reed is moaning softly as he tries to strum abstract chords with his twitching hands.

i have never been to maryland.