Neurotic Streams

Resisting their frantic appeal

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Eleven eleven and I’m well past transmutation,
nighttime without you is when fears start whistling
and arrest my chest, infect my head with violent things
reeking of the past—I know they’re not real but they flow thick
with ominous darkness deafening, and strength
gathers merciful to resist tumbling into the dance.

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AA is your unknown lover. Mother host to heart-led souls. Reverberating fragments of feeling. Unearthing the truth that I forgot. loveistheonlymuse@gmail.com

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Alice Armour

Alice Armour

AA is your unknown lover. Mother host to heart-led souls. Reverberating fragments of feeling. Unearthing the truth that I forgot. loveistheonlymuse@gmail.com

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