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"Walk my eggshells?" I drool like a dog, something you're eager to **** with and dispose of. I should walk your eggshells like a minefield in first world countries? Mold on your fruits of love or labor, yet I eat like ******* swine, aftermath; no hope or sense of self, **** my sense of identity senseless, since September still yet towards another fake continent or mass of fictional places. Stuffed back into a box and strangled, slept next to the coffin he was buried in. Didn't find it poignant until eight weeks later washing dishes for a Latverian dictator. Google took the teeth out of the search, and the hand that fed was gummed. You love the rain till you're stuck in it. You love escape till you have no home. You love what you can abuse and still take home; Violet on your skin, Violet on my mind, Violet for a dream, Violet for a name, Violet in my blood, Violet on my toes, Violet as a drug, Violet as an insect you eat in private, Violet as violet as violet as a tautology, or addictive prescription. Once I had the leash on you, now the sores have come back, my knees and palms make sick *********** with earth I cough.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
"Aftermath, No *** No Coffee, No Love."
"Walk my eggshells?" I drool like a dog, something you're eager to **** with and dispose of. I should walk your eggshells like a minefield in first world countries? Mold on your fruits of love or labor, yet I eat like ******* swine, aftermath; no hope or sense of self, **** my sense of identity senseless, since September still yet towards another fake continent or mass of fictional places. Stuffed back into a box and strangled, slept next to the coffin he was buried in. Didn't find it poignant until eight weeks later washing dishes for a Latverian dictator. Google took the teeth out of the search, and the hand that fed was gummed. You love the rain till you're stuck in it. You love escape till you have no home. You love what you can abuse and still take home; Violet on your skin, Violet on my mind, Violet for a dream, Violet for a name, Violet in my blood, Violet on my toes, Violet as a drug, Violet as an insect you eat in private, Violet as violet as violet as a tautology, or addictive prescription. Once I had the leash on you, now the sores have come back, my knees and palms make sick *********** with earth I cough.
#love#coffee#eggshells
austin-heath
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austin-heath
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
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