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signs
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One hand will wash the other
Some people do nice things to hear you say thank you. I do nice things to do nice things.
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
Nice things.
Will the time ever come again? I've waited for you, for it, for what? For love. For fate. For you. Hold fast and send me some vibes. Good, bad, whatever. Truth. Just truth.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
For fate
****** sheets. blood from where we cut ourselves and bled. and ****** **** maybe it was love. made love, yeah love-- in blood, sweat, passionate ******* I woke up with you next to me, breathing deeply, dreaming wet dreams, in sticky blood, dried out love. **** I need a shower. a ****** ******* shower, to wash off this stain. your so beautiful it hurts.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Bleed me
i am the whirlwind within a storm. violently going here and there, to and fro, i have no place. comfort and rest i cannot find. in this sea of chaos and misconception, i have no form, i gain no solidity-- only an insufferable longing for symmetry amidst disorder. i change direction often, and if you get too close i **** you up and spit you out, leaving you empty and breathless.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
Untitled
do you see the castle in the distance? do you see it's dark windows glowing with candlelight? what mysteries it holds, what would have it fall? the castle dark, the castle is glowing dark. when the moat had water it was still thriving, it's defenses strong and wicked. what has happened since then? what has changed?  i suspect bad management. now it's just a shadow of what it was before, lost in eons, lost in time, lost.castle.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
lost.castle