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by Cyanide Dreams
17 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 27 1:23 AM. In Adult, Other, Society, Thoughts, Weird, Life, Love, Quickie, Prose
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11 words of insanity
by Griswold
5 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 24 3:56 PM. In Contest, Quickie, Life, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Weird, Noguest, Abstract, Message
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My blood is cooling slowly. A tingling sensation followed by blissful numbness
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Ignorant of the words,
Enchanted by the melody.
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Vast world stretching
arms
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Through the bottom of a bottle everything is distorted
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There is no way to deal with graduating, you can't claim a best
Middle school is going to be left behind, and now we must face this endeav
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My skin pierced with excruciating pains Blue juices flowing from my tiny veins
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I'd imagine the countryside,
filled with olive trees
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With the slightest word moods change in an instant
from side splitting laughter to deep depression
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you might not want to look you'll be scarred for life
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~twiddling Thumbs while AP's hiccups are fixed~
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No one ever tells you the downside of reincarnation.
Sure you get to live again, but sometimes it sucks.
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these girls are gonna kill me
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There seemed to be a thousand of you surrounding, stifling, surreal
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Fruity essences of the forbidden kind, as ripe young juices flow,
between succulent lips; dripping freely to be licked and savored.
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Cake and ice cream,
presents and friends;
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Past trials reprimand realities objective existence twisted into knots of forlorn hope for the future
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Abandoned through time, broken glass and dreams
a vision that never quite came to pass
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Why do I always find myself in these bad luck situations?
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Saline lined cheeks stare back from a broken mirror,
while harried haunted orbs reflect nothing but numbness.
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We used to laugh as we ran together holding hands in the summertime dusk,
but then we grew older, and the concrete cages and cubicles of l
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Her pink cheeks contrasted with the grey of forlorn eyes,
and I wondered why the smile on her lips didnt reach the rest of her face;
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Skinned knees and childish laughter, pink ribbons tied tight,
masterful use of feminine wiles grows with each and very use.
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his heart sobbed
and veins burst
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the cinders of our fire floated
carelessly on a stagnant breeze
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