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Drops drop- slips slick, ticks tock, clocks tick drips slice fermented seam
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the air scented with battlefields of decay: from astral mixtures the blood blooms in rich shades of mildew and furled burnt skin,
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fall from the sky silly and dizzy child of humanity wings left to pandora's mistake, smile flatly like small talk suffocation crash an
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What treks must this man meander,
in human flesh living and pulsing breath,
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with single droplets of glaciers
sank the romance of the titanic
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a single drop to fall to glide:
a prelude to a dance
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disgraced, feathers of fallen silken skin
she dreams of his course
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silent corrosive
nights of waring prostitutes,
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somewhere beyond my eardrum
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delicate rapture
she graces the curves sublime
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held by tender intensities: purified
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crisp porcelain finger tips,
secret gifts of deep sea shell fish,
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mother father, brothers and sisters chilled chrome tears, dear angelic malfunctions brutalize monstrosity with the coyness of black dove feathers hows the end ?
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from the talking walls insomnia seeps into
eyelids and lips Eclipsed: a ssh-ssh silence of midnight mistakes.
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Breathing down a fast car
blazing roads slipping through me
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Anchor side banishment, a wanderer’s heart
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Taste the ways of green grass the itch of a dew's sweet kiss
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In the trembles and trials of a surviving heart,
you may stop its pulse or terminate my breath,
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from within these
eyes falls warm a stranger
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In the silence of a screaming moment, we look up from falling down.
Intensities of the pressurized nuclear warfare inhaled and digested w
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Coursing through my head like blood through aching veins
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poor lady Ariel for her heart was eaten by Allan the raven and betrayed by all.
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The sound cut into me like uncontrolled emotion, disturbing every corner of my mind. It awakened my spiritual intuition, as the haze blindi
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As the night crept along around the throat of day, the purple bulbs flickered on in the sky walk. They lit a path in the sky looking like a sidewalk of some sort. A endless road covered with chalk graffiti, telling the intern
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Do you remember those days? The heavy rain and the humidity that got stuck in our throats. When the weather made breathing heavy. The taste and scent of mint and strawberries seemed to always be on your lips. You teased me
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Decomposing Whispers
and evaporated echos
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she wishes on shooting stars, four leaf clovers and dandelion dreams.
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Remember. Breathe into this moment,
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the bad dreams, the dark the evil so bitterly sticky
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colored crayons in a box: forest green, brick red, and burnt sunshine
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