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taylor-roff
taylor-roff
American a means to an end is an end of what means
intimacy dwells not within words but within darkness hiding on the inside of your eyelids passion dwells not within the past but within the unreachable future sliding just beyond your fingers love dwells not within truth but within lustful lies ridding down slow silk *******
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
tilted
I've been stuck in 9:44 A.M. for thirty minutes Surrounded by digital clocks The soft embrace of analog hands escapes me
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
9:44
dying is that a little girl x63 going into dust as from which came her just sixty three years ago not loved once within them or met with the kind smile of anyone but her old little cat that just as her within became as into dust like (From which they were breathed) that 63 years ago pile of used to be
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Untitled
don't choose parts of me to love
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
all compliments are underhanded
i don't k n o w how to rely on anyone b u t myself.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
of the flesh.
All the Kings horses and all the Kings men Stood and looked at humptys body And thought of there wife's and children They tryed to fix his porcelain colored skin Butchers and cobblers came from far away lands With faint cinnamon smells following past silky tanned skin His bulbous body was kept in a small locked room From time to time the king would visit the oddly shaped man Thinking that he had herd him breathing in his sleep Years later the king lost his mind Some think it was because of the egg shaped man No one ever came for him
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Humpty
Black Smooth Held together with a strand of pearls Unimportant whispering is common place Practices laughing Will touch your hand at the end of a conversation to show she is listening Running for pleasure on a sunless day Stuck in Pulled out
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Get out
cut the **** your getting old its not time to quit dont be what your told the skills are there im quit certin of that lungs fill with air You know it's not an act filter fake failures from familiar fixations
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
tantric
Aggressively inverse algorithms Unpleasantly traverse towns within them (Sideways symbology stains soulless surroundings) An uninheritable playground Dangles in sustaining silence Passable problems pretending that perhaps a passer by plans on picking the winner
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Tea time
Your smell saturates my surroundings Small memories unknowingly attached to insignificant items Gliding threw this fog I find them Small Sharp Insignificant Deadly
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Rose