danny-osullivanWhisper

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House ManBlack Cat sits there like the lion by / the bridge I'm always over and he oozes / cement from his eyes but he's not crying.
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Oct 6, 2013
The Romance of a Viking FuneralThe shoreline bites at the toes of attendees, / watching the little appendages curl up together. / The footprints there have been etched into fossils,
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Sep 26, 2013
A Night Without a Thief is Nothing at AllI've been too selfish and kept you / tied into knots on my tongue, or / kept you caged up in the cell structure
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Sep 21, 2013
Breakfast WarfareIt was a romantic dream you had / that we'd wake up to birdsong together, / but you turned them into your sirens
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Sep 13, 2013
Dancing with Creepy Things.He is a force of nature. I'm usually too / scared to react to people, if I'm alone, but / I did then 'cause I was sat on my own and
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Sep 12, 2013
This Is The Spot Marked 'X'I think of love and how it can only exist / In your dreams as I trace their remnants, / Made feasible by the dim light of morning
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Jul 25, 2013
Biting my TongueLiving it up in a HB dream, / Scribbled house sturdy as a pencil, / This token of a childhood memory.
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Jul 15, 2013
UntitledI'm writing narrative poetry / To please the masses with verse / Un-versed because nobody knows
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Jul 10, 2013
The World's WorkoutOpinions like dough, gruesome and cloying, sticking to the tongue like self righteous peanut butter. / Sitting up for the wrong reasons, though it's difficult to get out of bed alone. / Counting calories like counting the number of eyes that pass over this form.
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Jul 8, 2013
glass bottom realitynot so glamorous that i'm crying / diamonds into martini glasses. / 'what's your poison' ?
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Jul 3, 2013
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