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**** you and your ability to take away anything I've ever loved.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
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If I could breathe at all I would breath fire I would squeeze my eyes as tight as they could go so tight supernovas burn my irises I would stand in front of a dusty mirror speckled with hairspray residue trying to be pretty, gotta be pretty I would turn my face up to a low popcorn ceiling (I'm suffocating) My adams apple paling in the stale winter light I would smile a wicked smile it's cynical, it's hysterical and I'd look back down into eyes that have long lost a light my freight train lips always on course to smile heading over the edge and the cars are all smashing metal twisting the brakes have failed I have failed. I inhale my smile parts and flames curl around the mirrors edges flames scorch my face and the train is gone, burning in the bottom of a smokey abyss off the bridge, off my rocker.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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The earth is flat (too flat!) We need pits for shoving enemies into or creating more ulcers as children whine and mothers coo. Pits, pits, pits. (watch your footing!) I fell into a pit and now I'm stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck, and you're not helping. Call them all but I'll never get out. This pit is my home and your truck my treasure. Throw it down and I'll dodge its monstrous metal frame. Stuck, stuck, stuck. I miss you but I'm in this pit (you see!) and you're not running for a ladder.
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Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 9:55 AM UTC
deep pit safety
icicles through my arteries and a frown resting upon your face lines losing control nothing left to be misplaced i want You, i want You and lead bits in a plastic bubble graphite poisoning: your love's humor wriggling and embracing trouble she's gone, drunk on confections and darkness consuming chocolate wrinkles brushing birthmarks a skinny boy fuming be Mine, only Mine now perch on caulked sandstone blocks stitched sleeves will scrape bricks and bricks pulling locks let's don masks and hastily pretend the atmosphere is painted with limit serifs blurring my vision drive your spaceship into it.
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
catch