ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
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12:44 am non sequitur

my streetlight replaced by a city and my silence drowned by the world

these seafoam walls shrink each hour of the night

each motor sound sounds in my ears moreĀ abrasiveĀ than the last

I want to write “FUCK IT” on the clean white closet doors

but I know I would wake to regret it.

I wore sweatpants in public today