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Sometimes I think words are wasted on the aftershock. The feeling of rage...it’s powerful. Runs through your body like weapons, and lord knows y..
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I think my heart’s too hurt to walk these streets with company. I think I’d better wander alone. Those things lurking in the alley way don..
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The connotation trips up the diction. It makes the words you’re saying hang like nooses from your lips, dripping off like saliva and landing int..
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I was tripping on DXM when I wrote this.
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She was a sinner, not a savoirAnd the lambs clothing felt too tightBut in the bowels of the netherThe lion was in sightAnd as separate as they’d..
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Soundly leading away,The thousand temperate play,In each and of itself, I lead,Your constants press on me,Do I look as pretty as your mirror image?Dar..
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But the reminder is beautiful, and I allow it. Nothing you say changes the past. Isn't that strange; every moment of the day I alter my soon-making m..
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I'm constantly fighting the circles my mind spins. It is the will of the present that toils it into visions of the future. It cannot possibly come in ..
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I hope you can feel the heat, it bubbles from underneath. I hope you can feel it.
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Fucked up. Seriously my mind is a twisted place, and yet I'm proud of this. I would love if people would review this one.
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