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All is fine, on the other side Misshapen cats and dolls Those tricksters have it all In empty spaces and pillow cases Lighting striking twice, now thrice Creating avenues that illuminate handsome jackals that ********** All is fine, when dead inside The furnace lights itself From the pain I solely dealt Naked and afraid; with complete dismay Nothing as long as that eternal song commemorating an epic tale blurred by time’s murky veil. All contrived, within my mind Galvanized heart beats Occupy walls of streets To love and not be loved What remains from ink stains? A tongue well-lubricated with wine Spewing quotidian antidepressant lines All is said, while coaxed in red The deniers of vices both flesh and soul Instilled from the burnt bridges toll So torn and ***** so wanting of *** So lavishly beaten. Pleasurably defeated. A thousand eyes poking from brick ovens Summoned through muck and devil covens All inside, my guts and mind. Lungs full of American Spirits cigs Scalped head like an old lady wigs Birds of a feather, doused in boiling weather Flock together with kids forever All my exes live lives I could not give them And I live alone, denying I miss them. All is fine, on my side. All is fine, really. All is. Fine...
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
All Is Fine, on the Other Side
All is fine, on the other side Misshapen cats and dolls Those tricksters have it all In empty spaces and pillow cases Lighting striking twice, now thrice Creating avenues that illuminate handsome jackals that ********** All is fine, when dead inside The furnace lights itself From the pain I solely dealt Naked and afraid; with complete dismay Nothing as long as that eternal song commemorating an epic tale blurred by time’s murky veil. All contrived, within my mind Galvanized heart beats Occupy walls of streets To love and not be loved What remains from ink stains? A tongue well-lubricated with wine Spewing quotidian antidepressant lines All is said, while coaxed in red The deniers of vices both flesh and soul Instilled from the burnt bridges toll So torn and ***** so wanting of *** So lavishly beaten. Pleasurably defeated. A thousand eyes poking from brick ovens Summoned through muck and devil covens All inside, my guts and mind. Lungs full of American Spirits cigs Scalped head like an old lady wigs Birds of a feather, doused in boiling weather Flock together with kids forever All my exes live lives I could not give them And I live alone, denying I miss them. All is fine, on my side. All is fine, really. All is. Fine...
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
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