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The Way You SleepThe way you sleep / (when you’ve had too much whiskey) / is like that of someone
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Sep 25, 2011
Heart ShadowsDark twisting shadows grow within her belly. / They shred her womb like paper under knives. / The green monster isn't really green you see;
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Sep 25, 2011
Blame it on JackSoftly, my darling, I'm quite tender you know. / Your fists kiss rather hard. I've got the marks to prove it. Yes, yes, I know what Jack does to you. That's why I tried to smash the bottle over your ape's skull, or at least, that's what Jerry told me would stop you. / Look at yourself in the mirror when you shave, my love. The railroad tracks across your forehead match the tender fist-kisses on my legs. I'm sure the medics thought we were perfectly matched. You'll be quite dashing when everything heals over.
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Sep 25, 2011
The Bitter EndMy day has gone to shit real quick. / You know just how to kill the mood. / Thank you lover, for being so sincere,
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Sep 25, 2011
MasochistYou are a masochist, do you know it? / You've fallen for the one person who will / intentionally rip at your heart, hoping
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Sep 25, 2011
Temporary TrophyI am a temporary trophy, / gold leaf gilded and / shiny, bright, shimmering.
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Sep 25, 2011
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