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no better  to know better  the go getter  that's how it goes  too heavy  I want you to move with me  I want you to die pretty  I want you with no pity  I don't want to go there  but it's not you who's on your own now  turpentine two - we've got a motive  if I were you I'd keep it loaded  so ugly  there's no one to know but me  there's nowhere to go trust me  there's no place to die  my angel  wearing your tights ankled  cause your hands are tied  shamefully toeing the line  I

I wrote this poem months ago about censorship, and it feels like an important time to revisit it. I've been engaging with a lot of anti-ICE content, and my socials have started glitching. Videos will stop halfway through or just not play at all. I don't think this is a coincidence. People are using AI to edit victims' faces, making them look messier and scarier. Videos sharing the violent, racist, and exponential chaos in the states are being taken down or altered. There is a

one of my new years resolutions is to stfu just the text: i want to take up less space ,  but i can't  stop  swallowing  people  whole .   regret only comes  after the fact , wiping my stained mouth , picking my teeth  of the residual  words that got stuck .  rethink, rethink  a message better said through silence ,, there is more power  in absence ,  but i prefer the abscess .  you see futility in things you don’t understand ,  so i will explain it  relentlessly ,   excessiv