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My big brown beating heart is head over high-heels for the lady in the red dress who passes by my window every night while I dream my dead dark demented eyes are excited by the exhale of her chest in the midst of a midnight's eve whatever that is 11:59pm and it's time to go, that lady will be waiting in the back of my mind holding a torch to the candle which I brought along in case of emergency I have a rusted shackle around my ankle and a lazy eye rested on that girl's finger which she brought along because of a dream I say the only words that I know they pile up like hatches in the back of my throat collect like dust piles on the tip of my tongue I moved oceans and I painted the sky with lilies leaving the spine in my back in the shape of an S. My big brown beating heart is head over high-heels for the lady in the red dress walking away from me my dead dark demented eyes are searching for something exciting my big brown beating heart is sinking inside of me my big brown beating heart this dead black restless heart.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Big Brown Beating Heart
My big brown beating heart is head over high-heels for the lady in the red dress who passes by my window every night while I dream my dead dark demented eyes are excited by the exhale of her chest in the midst of a midnight's eve whatever that is 11:59pm and it's time to go, that lady will be waiting in the back of my mind holding a torch to the candle which I brought along in case of emergency I have a rusted shackle around my ankle and a lazy eye rested on that girl's finger which she brought along because of a dream I say the only words that I know they pile up like hatches in the back of my throat collect like dust piles on the tip of my tongue I moved oceans and I painted the sky with lilies leaving the spine in my back in the shape of an S. My big brown beating heart is head over high-heels for the lady in the red dress walking away from me my dead dark demented eyes are searching for something exciting my big brown beating heart is sinking inside of me my big brown beating heart this dead black restless heart.
This will likely get revised, possibly turned into something entirely different.
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spras
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spras
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
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