empty words and too much prose--

[justfabrications]

the excerpt

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justfabrication: the excerpt

>> note: latest on top.

where the train tracks lie
graveyard collector
the aftermath of these new year resolutions
030 prose: from a dear friend to a dear friend
sunrise, sun rise
today, we're nearing that breakdown
we left our hearts in 1928
we're just occupational hazards
026 prose: untitled
the best of wishful thinking
we've made our pact in that dark stairwell
letters of regret in our last beer bottle
love letters in paper airplanes
this is us tonight, dancing at the speed of light
our story fits better in a wooden frame
lately we've all forgotten
winds from the east are more cynical this way
silence on the battlefield
we'd hold our hands and seize the day
things are better in our parallel universe
the day before yesterday

before justfabrication: the excerpt

>> note: only selected writing before this DW is published here. latest on top.

stories from the baby crib
fairytales for the weak-minded
you'd think roses bleed bitter
jagged edges of a broken beer bottle
those lip-sealed secrets
from the lips of the ordinary
metaphors for broken hearts
they call them the rebels
they hold hands in the face of the world
from the pen of this girl