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And Who Are You/Am IWhat is love; useless; / you write delicately / as if words could carry emotion
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Oct 23, 2011
antharax was used for terrorismit's kind of like antharax; vanity; / it's in the air in your eyes in your lungs in your walls / someone else put it there
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Oct 27, 2011
BlasphemyO scream, you'll find no salvation, / (you have not sinned, / there is no sin)
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Oct 19, 2011
Caught Upyou kept trust folded up / in your pocket like / a foreign currency.
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Oct 19, 2011
For Lack of a Better NameI never thought you were a hero but / at one point i thought / you were a real person.
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Oct 19, 2011
Found/ In The Corner of My Bureau/; Advice/{A Demand}i found a map/ that seemed similar to a lot of things, / your face was one of them/ / but a small postscript in the corner
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Nov 6, 2011
HumanThe day your world bled there was no blood. There were no tears. The clouds gorged themselves on sky but remained white and empty. (There was no rain. There never was any rain.) The earth you lived on faded to the cold grey of old black and white photographs but nobody screamed. Was your voice caged by self-loathing, or pity? It wasn’t ignorance. I still remember the day you said you missed the color red. Where was the violence? Did you bury it with your fear or your innocence? Because there’s nothing as unpoetic as an open wound. It seems that’s how you’re heading to live your whole **** life; open and weeping and dying without color. (And I? I saw a ray of hope and decided to give up on you after all.)
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Sep 28, 2011
It Begged To HappenI am not / myself, tonight. / I've just had
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Oct 1, 2011
just tell me you hate mei know this is sadness because / my heart thumps quietly, / listening to my breathing pause
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Oct 4, 2011
love and romancei turned pain / into a game / and played you
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Nov 23, 2011
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