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I'm the wronger a wooden soul destined to stoke for eternity I better start smoking again maybe the harder stuff to get my soul used to breathing in ash my lungs will be black and caked full chugging deer blood and bull to erase the feeling of me you tell me I'm an un-thinker superfluous thoughts of a prosthetic heart I had a dream once I was peeling never ending oranges pulling the skin from the sweet juicy flesh drops of tang slipping from my fingers but never sinking my teeth into orange suggests so many contrary things trees indicate life prosperity but eating an orange means separation illness tie me down batter me I think it unwise you chasing me to the un-pearly gates those burning barriers you circumnavigate while I will smell of citrus for eternity
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
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I'm the wronger a wooden soul destined to stoke for eternity I better start smoking again maybe the harder stuff to get my soul used to breathing in ash my lungs will be black and caked full chugging deer blood and bull to erase the feeling of me you tell me I'm an un-thinker superfluous thoughts of a prosthetic heart I had a dream once I was peeling never ending oranges pulling the skin from the sweet juicy flesh drops of tang slipping from my fingers but never sinking my teeth into orange suggests so many contrary things trees indicate life prosperity but eating an orange means separation illness tie me down batter me I think it unwise you chasing me to the un-pearly gates those burning barriers you circumnavigate while I will smell of citrus for eternity
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robin-lee-taillon
American
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
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