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Mangonessby ~batswatter
New MediumThe truth chiseled out so neatly as I watched with allure, my own art of dead air. I was the dust falling from your tools. Mine are broken now, with the words drawn like b l o o dr e d ribbons from my throat, Acid scorched lips and decaying teeth. They've trailed and dripped away; their wayward motive,New Medium
deteriorating. Payment for disregarding the self-evident.
you were a l l
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Lapse...G i r l? Such nugatory distinction, obliterated with the rest of the world's trivialities. Hidden under the layers ofLapse
cotton and tenacious declination. She'd severed herself from their senselessness. Running nine miles a day, away from God's intent The aphorism of denial, personified. She doesn't want to need at all. A face drilled in detachment, now streaked
with blood and clenched with constraint. To scream
would be displaying vulnerabilty. d i s c i p l i n e. Limbs taut, embellished with scrapes and bruises Proo
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Potentia'No more nighttime jaunts,' the wayward demon growled to the silence, ripping away the simian appendage,Potentia
the final risk factor, and severing the danger. Breath depleted, yet drawn
composedly through crushed ribs.
The treacherous orb destroyed, Earth now lay in repose.
The beserk display
seemed enough to secure inviolability.
Winds of amnesty cleansed the wasteland. The demon, disoriented at most,
impressed at least,
scrutinized the stark black sky,
void now of lunar triggers. The impending peril lining his psyche like a malodour. Then turning his atte
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A Place For Usthere's room enough for two here, care to share this view? in a place between tiptoes and whispers an inner space with convoluted constellations deeply rooted in your hypothetical situations and the hypercritical reflections from that tiny mirror hidden in your purseA Place For Us
my arm carries your scratches from that time you almost drifted away and you held me, you held me tightly then, and maybe i held you a little too do you bare your scars or are they too much to bear, here, this is where truth lives in its glass house ceilings and walls
skin to skin that's the way you love back up plans
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And keys to doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Show me what it means to me in this world, yeah in this world
'cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
'til I understand or go blind.
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wherever i go she goes..
ninny
i haven't cn u in aaahaaaagesss
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The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Suck-age.
SUCK-AGE.
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'infinite possibilities and all you can do is whine' - Nathaniel Fisher.
When I killed your RockandRoll
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wherever i go she goes..
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