Magazine Clippings

Leave school to write poetry Make friends with empty streets The only perfume you wear comes from magazines And try as you might, you can't figure out what the graffiti means Fill your veins with coffee Until you feel real again Let the cold sink into your skin Until you can feel again Bury yourself …

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Black

What does it mean when your favorite color isn’t even A color at all? But merely - A lack of everything or The absence of nothing, All at once, Mixed together in a cloud of mystery and uncertainty.   My favorite color is the color of darkness; The color of your dilated pupils that swim …