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Truth! Truth pours from my hands! These thin scarred fingers These brittle jagged nails These cuts and burns on my palms... TRUTH! If it is..

My blood and bone is not my own My soul a gift for you My heart and mind were never mine No goals here to pursue I need to bleed to make you smile..

I am tired of the misery of the beautiful and gifted save your rants and world observations tales of your cruel cruel life I've heard them all bef..

I laugh at love and all it promises beware rosy cheeked cherubs and butterflies of the gut is there no such thing as being desired by one ..

finally it let out it's last gasp and was still I remember it formed in my belly and in yours a fluttering of wings a light persistent pain ..

istand here in the silver rain with silver book andtroubled brain theharlot moon teases me through the clouds the droplets sound like screa..

Enemies first Brothers last

she whispered something sounded like the word that means THE PAIN THAT COMES FROM TRUTH but i couldn't really tell she repeated it over and ove..

I long for that break in between kisses that is filled to overflowing with the memory of kisses before and the hunger for those to follow. ..

Hear so we can sing Listen so we can speak Rain so we can drink Shine so we can steal Run so we can chase Loseso we can find Plan so we can ..