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To far away to feel good enough,
without a hand, a heartbeat, a pulseby Abv. 01101001 20 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 8 10:19 PM 2008 -
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You flaunt yourself like an empty actress, pushing your thighs forward.by Abv. 01101001 21 lines, 4 comments, on Dec 19 9:15 PM 2007. In whatever.
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theres a wind blowing on my window, cold like lips, blue from sharp poison.by Abv. 01101001 8 lines, on Dec 19 4:21 PM 2007
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I listen to you sing softly into the telephone,
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Floating atop an atom suspension bridge talking to the boy i used to knowby Abv. 01101001 6 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 21 5:52 PM 2007. In Personal
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This imagination that I've conjured,
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by Abv. 01101001 20 lines, 6 comments, on Aug 15 5:55 PM 2007. In Whatever
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No more words. None.by Abv. 01101001 32 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 14 9:47 AM 2007
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Cursed blood, so red, isn't enough / to bring two hearts together, too rough. / He's poor, broken, withered to the bone. / My eyes, gone black, have turned to stone. / We've no words to tender our lips, / no more paby Abv. 01101001 21 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 30 10:18 AM 2007. In Personal
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Wrapped in whiskey, / spoiled and old, / be broke down and quivered, / fell into the fold. / He cried for his losses / and drank 'til he sl
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I dont need pills / to make me happy. / The joy he gives / is sufficiant enough. / I dont know how / id get through life / if he wasn't there. / I smile at his name. / I shake to his touch. / Its just this f
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I close, / drawn away / from the / alligator crowd. / My toes curl / in agony, / your screams / flood my ears. / Im sorry / i left you behind. / Their teeth / caught in your bones. / I just cant / sby Abv. 01101001 25 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 9 1:51 PM 2007
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These fruits of passion / cakes of sadness and emotion, / They line the market store / with profanity and propoganda. / I've consumed my sh
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I trip over the animal bones, / yellow stained, cracked, and withered... / Like your hands. / This forest of emotional evergreens / wont stop me now. / The pine sap / bears across my cheeks. /by Abv. 01101001 36 lines, 9 comments, on Jun 29 10:09 AM 2007. In Personal
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