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wandering over moon crescent hillsfollowed by streetlamp tophats,who shine down on my refrains,the autumn breeze, orange and lovely-a perfume reminisc..
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harambe didnt deserve to f*****g diei cant believe they shot him once,shot him twice.it was my damn faulti had a son, and i hated him.just like i hate..
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using a pair of bloody tweezers.i rip and pull and grindmy beautiful yellow teeth,so i could have control over my life.from the roots, shooting throug..
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again i'm roaming,empty hallways, the spaces between.red hues emancipate themselves from the windows around.fire alarms flashing, but never, a single ..
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running in the snow,high above all.your breath, a whisper.a break from the fall. to call me there,the planes above.speaking of always.following every ..
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i made my own bed.wtih sheets of iceand pillows of staples.so i can lay, and seep my entrails. dripping, flowing,whether its my blood or the ice.somet..
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engraving my bones,into my composite wooden desk.the markings the same,from centuries ago. my shoes etch shadowsinto the tile beneath.dark smudges,alo..
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cleaning up,my final attempt.my bones making love,with tile in the kitchen.ghastardly stumbling.slipping in my love,poured on intricate designs.you ca..
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a phantomdevouring worlds.insatiable, unbearable,searing constellations on my torso,the star systems,maps of my fate,every stop that i died.i pray for..
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to new beginnings, and their bitter endswe set sail to tomorrowas we try to sail away, from unwashed sins.the waters unforgiving, we'll never swim. my..
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