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Godzilla is just mad we’re destroying the planet
if you take my rage, there will be nothing lefti imagine that must be how Godzilla feelsis that strange?that i can identify with a kaiju more than modern manthat i understand looking around at the world and stompingdestroyingshooting fireor laser beamsjust general destructionthere has to be something better than the way we’re livingand if i…
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chosen
being in love is not a constant nor a giventhis is not a mathematical equation, there are infinite variationsthe way I love you may be steady, but it ebbs and flowsthere are days when it’s a constant beat and others when it’s a deafening roarthere are days, weeks, months, when there is nothing to do…
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hear me now?
how can I still crave connection when the line has been dead for so long?it’s like I hear the static cracklenothing but white noiseand I still expect your voice to carry through I long to curl into to youto find comfort like a childand yet the thing that echoes is you saying you don’t know…
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violent ends, no delights
the end was born of something quiet and violentthere was no raised hand of violencethough there was a gnashing of teethsome split skin trembling hands the end was born of something quiet and violentall those moments when you’d seek to quiet megrab my knee under the tabledeny my presence because I’ve been to loud, too…
