Writings of RZM



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Sugar-coated shamrocks
Powdery pastries...
i see her,
perched upon
the pedestal i've...
waiting in vain

if only
she'd call me
i could hear...
scarlette

i miss you..
i know NOW
is better than THEN...
let me
empty
my inside...
hope
for what can't
happen...
one day
it will all
make sense...
i retreat
i surrender
this white flag...
two years
and the fears
are still
eating my soul...
thisismeinabriefparagraph...
i am
once again
high as fuck...
faded pictures

i look
and see if
i can remember...
keep your eyes
on the road
ahead...
see me
as i am
know me before...
she is not the prototype.
she is not the standard...
that light
that used to...
some One to sleep with

i want to
watch you...
kathrina

if my arms
could reach
as far as
the lone star...
what a
shitty fucking
day it has been
why do i
smoke
you ask
what is
this feeling?
could it be
remembering summer

sleeping in your
hot ass room,
when we dance

your hip
is cold
but quickly warms
the silver lining
the beam of light
shining through
the canopy of clouds
these
nights
when i
see you,
we shared
breaths
we inhaled
the goodness
i'm still
in love
with you.
or is it
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