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you could always tell me that i'm clever one more time.
that might, possibly make me take you seriously.
as if saying the same thing one..
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obscured by cobwebs,
but you're hardly hiding,
shadowed features flickering,
with recognition, loathing.
she stalks along behind y..
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curses disguised as blessings,
as your prince comes
on broken, bended knee,
but he's a hindrance.
confusion. knit brows.
skepticism..
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blood drips, black,
from the fissure in humanity,
ever-flowing, eternally.
a flaw, which no one bothered noticing,
until it was to..
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Screw you and your Upstyle hand-me-down
type of writing.
start to think for yourself --
We call you Sheep for a reason,
make it soun..
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speak in riddles,
let me feel your forked tongue
tangle itself in the effort.
tell me lies,
remind me that i've nothing,
really, ..
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out of control
automobile,
careening around the corners,
knuckles clenched white,
gripping the steering wheel,
though i've no idea wh..
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(micah's poem)
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a million miles away,
but close enough to touch,
to caress and memorize
distinguish veins from arteries,
creases from wrinkles,
dri..
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creature of the night,
drippingin liquid black and fishnets,
a painted on face
with darkened, hardened eyes.
batting lashes,
a clever..
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