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Last Night — Az Yet
the masque
Wednesday
towering heights
slickened sights
couldn’t say no
leaking pipe
it’s so unreal
your sex appeal
quick escapes
window sills
thvrty…se7en.30.20
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Never — Mario
figures
Thursday
How can I hold thy eye with such a court?
I must admit, imagination soars.
And circumstances are enough to thwart.
Ce soir, listen for gentle raps on doors.
S’il vous plaît, we’ll lie under moonlit rays.
I’ve ached for your embrace toute la journée.
In your bed I want to live out these days.
We’ll turn your room into un cabaret.
Should I make myself up to suit your taste?
Can I then trust you to protect my soul?
To come in jesterface would be a waste.
This notional curse is taking its toll.
Néanmoins, look for me, my little prince.
A losing hand can make the faint intense.
thiiirty…se7en.13.20
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the remedy for a broken heart … — XXXTENTACION
dipper
Monday
Complicated is our situation understated.
After patience, the clouds will clear.
Oui, these households are to where we are fated.
You there
Me here
une belle fleur
is what you will be.
and then, in time, we will see
if you’ve grown and conquered
all that you need to be free.
and that pinnacle
j’ai hâte,
indeed
for I know just what you will bring
a ripened fruit
a polished nest
et avec toi
I leave my best
thiirty…se7en.10.20
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Fuck Love — XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Redd
l’orage
Friday
Please remember me when the rain patters.
Smile wide at far-off thoughts of hearty laughs.
Our worlds are filled with menial matters,
And they force us both down these splitting paths.
My love’s mosaic, marvel at its breadth
Nestled between dreams and reality.
Understand, mon chéri, its feel and depth,
For at day’s end, I’ve braved calamity.
Save some room for me on your reel of thought.
Disregard my missteps and shortcomings.
Since adolescence, on your web I’m caught.
Alone I’m left to cope with the drummings.
Our language welds, so hold on to these words —
Heartstrings pull with yearnings to love like birds.
thirty…se7en.7.20
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I’ll Kill You — Summer Walker ft. Jhené Aiko
MUSA
Tuesday
brassy,
brass trumpet
cries loud
cries clear
shuffling to the window
“Stand clear.”
eyes peer
lips like bees.
mouthpiece
buzzing
bachelor parade.
beats leap
pain strumming
luring petals thrown
heads bowed
haunted.
he’s coming.
maybe this time.
rags lain
trembling
thumbing
for twenty-seven months…
notes left on his grounds
origami cranes
pieces of me
for love’s endless bounds
waiting
waiting
waiting
Waiting
to show him how
unbeknownst.
words fumbling
stumbling
yours
but not now.
twenty-nxxviine…six.18.20
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Sola Sistim — Underworld
monsoon
Thursday
four corners
four corners
surrounding me
crumbling caves
walls of waves
misty days
daunting
to be
set free
final curtain
world uncertain
feel my pangs
that missing piece
lackluster souls
another sold
inners shown
exposed
to a T
conceived
details
another tale
I’ve long set sail,
so I prevail.
as for the wears
of twenty years,
remain unbroken
there’s no dreaming for the woken.
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