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He was carved out of marble Pure
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I can feel thin muscles under my skin, stretched tight with cold in the vegetable
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You were created, rotton and determined. Made to dream.
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This dust-blown town doesn't sleep
It just lies under the covers, scared and crowded
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His blood was like cologne as it spilled out
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everything comes down to space at some point. / literal or figurative, it doesn’t matter. / just space. / the distance between cities, between past lives and present. / the miles that make up a flight. / the sp
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He smiles like the Cheshire Cat and down the Rabbit hole
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Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. --J.D. Salinger
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somewhere, there is a brown eyed boy with benzo's in his system going to
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someone beautiful once said that there’s nothing artistic about stability.
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There were shattered type writers and dirty glitter
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My mother was a writer once,
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in the dim afterglow of the neon lights, she looked almost pretty.
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we wake up in the mornings and do lines
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a bloodied up alice suits me well running through your wonderland with a meat cleaver
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option # 4 Love's baby soft perfume
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i watch him when he's sleeping even if i cant see anything but his figure
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When I walked in the door there were lemon-halves
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He touched the back of her neck with the palm of his hand (because he could)
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We're found dancing, alone -
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Jealousy is the faultline. br
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I chatted with the Gods of Love last night they sat on your shoulder while we watched you sleeping
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it could easily be assumed
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He makes me feel like a rainbow assortment of drugs are
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When I was a little girl,
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