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Electric Red
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Cry out, 'til our lungs shatter,
china dolls in space our thoughts scattered in a place
we've never been before. We count the scores
of w****s in o..
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Found existence in the hollow me
cerebral orbit that you can't see
shaking fingers point to nowhere
twisting lines navigate your body
drifting fro..
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You fed the animals, stupid kid you can't get rid of us now
changing the channels, the statics what you've come to expect
he kissed the freckles rig..
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We slide down the wet boulevard with guitar riffs pouring down on us like a river to distant space. A ghost, sad and lonely, ciggarette burningbetween..
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Vibrating glass echoes my vision.
Hypodermic needles inject soundwaves.
Frozen ice creeps up my spine.
Blankets of audio comfot put my mind to slee..
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The entire world is the exact same thing put together in slightly different patterns, hence there is no such thing as death but, justa slight change ..
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don't review this on the lack of meaning if you can't find any. the point is to find your own meaning, i my self am not even sure of the intent of thi..
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amazing, beautiful, profound and prolific, constant, oustanding, wonderous and absolute nothing, dancing with nothing on top of nothing. falling ever ..
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i'm a writer of poems
you're a break of hearts
i'm inkstains on paper
you're tissue torn apart
i'm a sightseeer
in search of bad taste
and you a..
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