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August 12, 2014. I died this day.
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Heavy skies breathe laboured and weeze wearily,
Moving heavens bowels to accompany my suff'ring.
In the event that I am not around and you stil..
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My body spun a cocoon for my brainI sat there in decay, withering...Death was just about the only mistCold air under the sun ripped from my chi;I call..
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At 12:00 a.m. Strange things happen in the street
A single perspective to marginalize your peace...
Middled road,
Two lamps to cast eight shadows.
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I meandered somewhere along the spine of Life StreamA cold coil into the soul;Into vapourInto cloudsA puff of smoke that was almost at the edge of a d..
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I froth at the tip of my mind.
White, thick and profuse.
Madness speaking its name involuntarily
Erupting orgasms...
In the mass vernacular of lip..
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Need; kneaded through kneels...
Want; wanton in wait...
180 degrees is the name of change.
I live the pun of life; live,
No reboadcast,
Onlyde..
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I stooped into shifting silt,
Scraping a loose foundation at the base of my feet.
Clouds frowned at this;
Pompous and hyperbolic in anger and int..
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"Choke" says AdonaiSays the drizzle and pour of honey lotionand airless powderand seasoned kisses.Says an abstract and forbidden beast...Love...Brimmi..
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Lips full, ripeand taut with untasted cherry...Massaged with wet rose tongue,Squeezed under the seductive clutch of teethnipping and daring flesh.Marg..
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