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dirus_vlixes
dirus_vlixes
21/M/Center of the room A monkey behind a typewriter
It's not related with being blazed, I swear It's just the effect of homemade breakfast and inhalete its fragance And hear the sizzle of the rain moaning through the window It's the tender touch of my finger tips on the cat's ribs The little holes on my socks where my feet breath It´s the blood coming out from where I'd cut my nails too deep The cobwebs shinning on the lamps And the connivance with the ants and lizards in my room It's the effect of laying on a bed of fresh sheets Or surrender to the light of an insipid movie It's rise my gaze at the glowing dampness of my ceiling It's my house entering by my arteries and filling my rhyme's saturated ventricles It's the vampire of the time & memory & mirrors & white rabbits & multicolor smiles of a tired sun It's feel laughs in the silence and love in melancholia By tomorrow I'll get out of my daily routine, I´d hope come back alive
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Day to day
Soul is such a worn thing Nobody knows what it means to have a soul Does souls live forever or have any expiration date? Does everybody have a soul? Does anybody feel their soul breathing through their chest? Or is just a thing that lives and dies silently in your nose Once I'd met this girls whose soul been stolen by a cat She'd past a whole summer looking for it until she gave up And decide it was worthless Life wihout a soul it's like have live and never had go to India Or like eating cereal wihout pouring milk in the bowl I guess some might say that I'm wrong And a soul it's a requirement for a fulfilling life You need a soul in order to appreciate art Or to feel love Or to cough, sneeze and **** But I've been living without even been live inside And so far it has work out for me
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
Soul soul soul soul
Hold me, let me Remember Forget Parallel lines through parallel universes Where you and I Did find Whatever it was that tear us apart At least can you pretend that you're listening to my strives In another time Under other circumstances I would hold your bones between my own chest And let you breath all night in peace until it came the dawn
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
If is an awful word