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My lighthouse was swallowed by the sea, and I found myself in a world,
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“Casual kill is the name of the game,”
I said to him, in that layer of soot, that clung to his wings,by JoeyAbsentia 20 lines, on Feb 6 10:41 PM. In god, heaven, angel, apocalypse, death, kill, murder, money, weird -
The sound of your voice was a symphony
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Written when I was highly buzzed.
Don't expect this to make any sense, at all.
Also, the website messed up the format, so ignore that.by JoeyAbsentia 26 lines, on Jan 29 1:04 PM. In contemporary, abstract, meaningful, deep, other, beautiful, pretty, love, lif -
We sat behind our silver screens,
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I'd have built Rome in less than a day,
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Awkward silences blanket the space between two copper tunnels,
blown speakers sit, contemplating animosity, as if disillusionedby JoeyAbsentia 50 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 31 11:39 AM 2008. In Contemporary, free, weird, thoughts, nonsense, other, strange, observation -
The formaldehyde sky is of crimson tonight,
and it's darker than most,by JoeyAbsentia 25 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 30 8:43 PM 2008. In Angst, Contemporary, Dark, ghost, abstract, surreal, Personal, Pain, Love -
Should sing the soul of earth the sacred sonnets of your lips
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These walls are willows, and I bend their branches into an overlay of residual, commonplace dilemmas, from times when I shared my secrets with the invisible kids- how, if not, when, if never, why, if because, who, if alone?by JoeyAbsentia 5 lines, on Oct 29 4:02 PM 2008. In random, nonsense, stream, conciousness, dark, personal, surreal, abstract
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I stomped those steps that smelled like grass and the sugary rot of autumn leaves
and pursed the door that opened up toward childhood trends and vacant lots -
Her bright yellow jackals, who bray in alarm,
holding cradles of mud in their cold, metal maws;by JoeyAbsentia 37 lines, on Oct 28 1:32 PM 2008. In Personal, Dark, Love, Loss, emotional, sad, coffee, cigarettes, angst -
I stayed at the spot, where she reads and she writes,
and she knows that my breath is infected with deathby JoeyAbsentia 45 lines, on Oct 28 1:29 PM 2008. In Personal, Dark, Love, Loss, emotional, sad, coffee, cigarettes
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