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CHERRY BLOSSOM
02:24
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by pure chance
i saw a girl that i hadn’t glimpsed in six months
conversations strewn across facebook lent itself to the occasion to meet face to face
so outside station stairs
i,
waited
she,
blushed
i rushed
into quick embrace
hands left unsure of the right place,
fearful of acts considered brazen
i,
waited
outside the station
stares illuminating every muscle twitch
eyes
slip
we smile, kiss
walk cautious tour of the streets of saint denis
the 93
my home, i announced
somewhat proudly
she coyly smiled
and we strolled into a bar
where
i,
waited
hands touch, leffe cups
door held open
eyes wide shut
we smile, kiss
caution lost in strong winds
hand in hand as my heart races
cherry blossoms in dark places
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2. |
TECHNICOLOUR NOIR
02:24
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3. |
ÆTHER
02:15
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disposable photos of indispensable memories
and it felt so
empty
life slipping gently
doing plenty of the same shit
endlessly repeated
energy depleted
seeping through the walls of my brain
the self hate procreates
dissipates a feeling of not being
of not seeing
bleeding time by the second
days waste away
i hoped to escape
defects paved my way
the path to better ways
so tough i bluffed my way to new plains
a better state of being than scraping together fabrics of dreams that im seeing
by myself
only acedia waited for me
paitently
tiptoe over crevices below to the precipice of hope
screams echoed over candlelit catacombs
looming into view was the entrance
the aether, the essence
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4. |
EPOCH
03:49
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day 4, quarantine
sun shining lazily,
hazy
times flows unabated,
fuck platonic dialogues
im still chasing
still waiting
contemplating routes of escapes
but the rues look the same,
empty,
been lonely since october
been trapped like haematomas
still tryna dodge corona
and this pandemic epidemic to this 73m2
tryna craft a better me
with yoga
and trips to the 93 franprix,
with headwrap musky
scalp greased,
im moneyless
these banks dont trust me
i still wrestle with this apathy
isaac staring down stairs,
demons tryna body me
i lost grip on reality,
for a while my nib like a lost rib,
so i walk these paths alone
just leaning on my vices
my cain is just a snake
never abel to forget past shame
im estranged in foreign plaines
tryna prophecy a better way
id hoped
wished
dreamed
maybe you’d see i was all about doing it naturally
explains why we were fucking
cutting
mucking around
and i left,
a ghost as always
i sparked flames with tinder
and of course I had my faults
notes as long a list as Schindlers
i pined interest pinned to your chest wishing the days away
saw tears when we left
gripped chest,
heart bereft
fleeing
i guess,
running away to be the child you knew best
now im here,
stressed in a city of bright lights
bar fights and vibrant lilac neon strips give tips for baccy
a place I thought i could to be happy
for a while at (least)
now im here,
attracting masses of stares like a priest in montmatre
wonder when the fuck this all started
thought being sad was temporary
like fireflies
time flies
flitting
quite
befitting really
the fake was all I saw
now i see more flaws in this diamond
all fours when we lying bout not actually giving a fuck about our star signs
the bell tolls too soon
bridged between the shrooms
room to be me
to be the man you see on tv
hopefully one i day might
acheive it
and its sunday,
mourning
im falling, different,
entirely splitting
missing days gone before
4/4 a door to d’or,
face faces floor
flaws ripple on seashores
and i clawed at the gates of hell
if sisyphus that bold why the boulder roll over shoulder
im colder than february mornings
crisper than november sunlight
so we stay gorgeous
stalking under sour moonrise
still searching for the limelight
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5. |
RODMAN 96
02:06
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6. |
DAYDREAM
00:58
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7. |
PT. 2
00:55
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8. |
419
01:44
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fuck your social anxiety
i dont want to see you anyway
rather zoom call dinner date
x your face like stalins mates
you niggers still playing checkers
this here 4d chess
flowing abreast of time your mind couldnt percept
possess concepts too west
best believe she mention no man
pussy like a desert when she see you
my genres NA,
im naughty america
cos no one does it better
only running from defenders,
police cars
nite owl dipping out,
meeting future stars while yall still keeping bras
just how far niggers go to show they fucking
im ducking dms
she slide in
left for read
give her the dick
buried under 6 foot 3
the earth swallows you whole
im cutting in holes
cotching in placentas
dripping in fits colder than last december
just remember how good a nigger look
pretend she airin you cos she shook
imma take her,
read her for filth even tho she finer than my overdue library book
my trap phone blings these 419 hymns
it sings
get your shit together
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seigfried komidashi Sheffield, UK
depressed motherfucker moonlighting as a poet
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