brainelation
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a lonely wisp of smoke winds past my faceA Poem by brainelationi'm alone again i light another one i never figured anything out annoyomous hotel rooms annoyomous complaints, and lives and people with name and.. |
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quasimodoA Poem by brainelationexactly. |
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chase nirvanna, please.A Poem by brainelationmeditation on love. |
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resurrection and adaptationA by brainelationthe startling conclusion of death at a sex show. it would be in a horrific erotica, or erotic horror genre, if they had one, but they don't. same go.. |
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blindedA by brainelationi took the i's out of this poem. it gives it a raggedy feel, i think, almost as though someone was gasping it out on their death bed. |
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a certain sicknessA Poem by brainelationout dammned spot! but the spot is in the mirror the spot is me it's hard to see, vision blurry changing into something new mouth opens blood spe.. |
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death at a sex showA Poem by brainelationI asked her: My place or yours? She said: The gutter works for me. We mutter as we walk, talking about nothing, praying for something other than .. |
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