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Excerpts from #The Subtle Art of not giving a fuck#

• Collette (A brief Incest, Some little art) I have written so much about you. That you feel quite like a miraggio; That I’ve created, To give meaning; To my self-destruction. “Now ; When I despair, I no longer expect my end, But some bit of luck; Some commonplace little miracle. Which, like a glittering luck, Will mend again; the necklace of my days.” • • A Middle finger for a Royal ‘cunt’ To them; She was a sunset, Some flushed oranges, and pastel lilacs. And all the nameless colours, Sex is made from. But if I may have my say; She feels quite’xactly, Like a huge bouquet, Of withering hibiscus. A fish wife, with sticky bangs.

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