

To AllowI wonder if freedom was ever an option, polishing the chains keeps the imprisoned satisfied. Clean cuts are haven when the world is rust and barb.To Allow
inhale blue, exhale red, coagulate, dark and sludge.
pulsing and stacked at the tips. we are all pulsing and stacked at the tips.
with cheeks gnawed through, don't mind the blood, it drips.
I apologize for the stain on your shoe.
Once again I find myself, again, again again.
you've grown, your palms lined with wrinkles, smile lines. I wasn't there for the making of.
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for you."Three." Exhale, deciding to open the door, before the walls burst from inside. The solutions are always for the better, everything is always for the better. With black-eyed ego and blade in hand, I'm ordering for two. for the last time, of the last time. your breath comes sharp as crimson, tender as a frogs' belly.for you.
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In all intents..we've come all the way to maybe, my shadow might whisper onto your neck forevermore. lashes of gold, fingertips white and ice. I've been eating bread with filthy hands, unclean eyes. this stare calls the underworld back home. there are miles of pages in this book that will never be written. I'll look back, nostalgic, while the dust of possibility settles, maybe i'll regret,In all intents..
maybe i'll sing to my sons.
maybe i'll hold your hand, we can talk calmly about old fires, young eyes. &nb
Rust
X)!
i'd say that's quite an honor, especially coming from you.
<3
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Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
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Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
--
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
--
like my plastic surgeon used to say 'if you gotta go, go with a smile!'
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"Dig it if you can, with a shovel in your hand!"
-- P*M4LYFE ;; can you dig it?
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