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fire-gasoline
fire-gasoline
my mind is an overflowing sink, and my poems are mere droplets of water that I've managed to catch.
how is it that a heart so empty can feel so full, so close to bursting but from all the wrong things
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
rupture
performing autopsies on our old conversations dissecting every angle and standpoint checking every pulse-point and spark of life in the words you once said to me and while i know them to be poison laced, nothing seems amiss
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Medical Examiner