untitled, thoughts and poems i curate.
determinedHemlock8110
August 19th, 2025
words that choke my tongue,
are thoughts that grip my pen.
fossilfellow
August 19th, 2025
empty stomach, empty stomach
plunge out your desires and lay them bare,
alas this life does cast me a fare,
pay up, pay up,
either with your deeds or your face,
but pay you must.
whence you all line up in pristine suits,
I hope to change the world with my tattered blouse.
yet, empty stomach, it must remain.
I haven't even succeeded yet.
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fossilfellow
August 29th, 2025
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