year_after_year raze i seem to hold onto poems that mean nothing, no matter what they weigh. my words have been lavender, heaving and heavy. it gets worse after being lunged at. there's a letter in my bed, and the headline is blurred behind the fractal. you burn its infection into your skin. then i wash my hands and walk away. i don't want to walk away. 250516 what's it to you? who go blather from