born into vanity
and the willingness to hit come-down zen
god knows your obscurity had me running through eyeliner & spin cycles
trying to become pollux
(although you were the one bred into the immortality of judgments
and long-since-forgotten hymns, the remnants of godspeak,
prayers to a masochistic father time)
kissing psychopharmalogic remains off of eyelashes
and swallowing whole the double entendre of "i don't miss you"
--holding back the martyred cliches
just to hang yourself on the altar of christ
and happy endings
and ohhhh s w e e t iebearmyvalentinebaby
you've never done a fucking thing wrong.
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wow =0 amazingness! you continue to take my breath away.
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"and long-since-forgotten hymns, the remnants of godspeak,
prayers to a masochistic father time"
and
"and swallowing whole the double entendre of "i don't miss you""
--I felt a smile 'cause I liked these lines so much. Crap in progress my ass. Let me know if you do anything else on it.
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