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King Pleasure

April's in the kitchen
Sitting on the windowsill
And you’re playing with the carpet
Cause you like how it feels

A Note 2 Myself

Take one’s time to realize the moment’s gone
Once the other's / another’s words are out like the police have come

Character Portrait

The paint turns stark white
enough to realize
you can’t be someone else

A Love Immodest

A love so immodest
Assured he’s accomplished
That’s when she’ll run away
He gave up trying far too long
For months and days


I am found
as a body of keys
with no sound sleep for an age


so aimless
In honor and hopes not to gain wit,
but often to coax the minds you play with
to feel false love relay