(not quite) a literary journal


i think i might be dying, by Sad Girl no last name

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I think I might be dying
I can't glue this back together 
been mosaicin forever 
but it didn't get much better 
Swallowing poison panic 
Fueled up for the flight
downward slope
I can't pick it off the ground again fix it with a case of them
Planted seeds for flowers 
Sadness has devoured them
I've listened to three albums
But my doubts are playing louder than
Fiona Joni and Joanna 
Guess I must've given in to listless, languid restlessness 
I think I might be dyin
From not knowin what is
killing me.