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mike Sep 2015
broken pieces on the floor

spit up dust
mike Sep 2015
theres a bird
in the vending machine.

if you pay to let it out

god will reveal to you
your heart.
mike Sep 2015
for every time ive sat with it
alone inside

listening to the buzzing air,

the third party.

i knew something had died.
mike Sep 2015
**** the skin
off your body

your hearts

beating

wet

when i have ***
with your skeleton

enter
and
enslave

your dreams
mike Aug 2015
my hands
are two animals
fighting over
a piece of meat
mike Aug 2015
fire lit smoke clouds
rain water.
fire lit smoke clouds rain water.
fire lit smoke clouds rain water drops down.
fir lit smoke clouds rain water drops on us.
fire lit smoke clouds rain water drops down on fire lit smoke clouds.
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