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Wax house drips on my flesh
Burn me red and black
Merriment in my tomb
Appealing fire slithers
See the violent jaded
Pick limbs off cobwebs
This..
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Strike me black ink wet,
Rip across my wall hissing cloud,
Beady white eyes with crimson rims;
Don't look at me!
I'm not beautasious nor charming...
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You tickle my skin as nervous as your heart beat,
From the sunsets atomic level,
The sort I can't split apart;
Else I would destroy the world.
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A cave lit by a light
Of violet and magenta,
String flames like a doll's hair,
Ashes to be crawled in.
You are rather delicate
And miraculous to ..
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I want to bring you the white feathers
Of my impure wings song,
The ones that tickle your nose
And make the Gods sneeze my will aloud;
Stained in ..
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Bore into me the strength
You promised to give
So I could remain alive
To love you till I passed.
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In the brink of a flow,
These words don't amount to much.
I held you close last night,
Imaginary mist in my hands.
And I fought to see what you wa..
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Ticking a born crow,
Pulsating in the morn;
Run while there's hope.
It's not like that was safety.
Fear is holding onto omens,
Retribution is jus..
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Compressed beneath ash,
Purple twigs shriveled,
Cerise like dirty water,
Midnight skies on gray clouds,
Straw broken auburn doll,
Features define..
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"Mama, why do we have to have friends in this world if they fade away, come back but want only you when you're high? Like they can't have you when you..
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