krissy-schillerWhisper

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UntitledI've come to measure time and space by your absence / A series of days to distract me from our meeting place / Weeks to separate memory from smell, blue sage and pine
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May 2, 2015
HeHe swallowed my soul / Whole, sipped smoothly down / Gracefully, without need for chase
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Apr 18, 2015
Of Star Charts and Boot Prints on the LakeNo force of nature, no divination of the corners / Nor the tea leaves, spread out loosely / Conveying chaos in their spiral form
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Apr 8, 2015
DragLove is the last pull of your cigarette / All muscle and need and then, / Nothing
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Dec 7, 2014
Under The TongueI hope we feel something / My prayer / As it melted onto me
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Nov 8, 2014
MantraTo write is to self harm / To create is to relearn / To love is to let go
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Nov 6, 2014
Learning curveIt's just a muscle, she says / Predicts from her bag of tricks / Paints a portrait of my soul in red
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Nov 6, 2014
WorshipBow down to the ***** gods / The spark has spoken
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Aug 22, 2014
The EverydayGet by get high get on get off
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Aug 3, 2014
BlowAs Captain Jack kisses of the last roach / Lavender's in the boathouse window shouting that she's grown wings that she's gonna fly / over Old Casey's boat above the painted lake past where the music surrounds
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Jun 25, 2012
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