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no one gifted me this insane personality I own it on my own I hate where it takes me to places I don't want to be leaving parts of me that should have been alone Except it seems to be stiched upon my lips weaved by my fingertips it's sewn inside my pocket Stitches that itch every time I breathe I wish someone would pick apart the grief that it brings tightly stiched inside the woven Oh how you could read me in sign language that could swear in the interim of lips not moving could we just dance? Bodies that bump in the night shake a world so fragile it would shatter Pale crescent moonlight seeks a perfect light expelling it's sigh into Dark Matter
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Dark Matter
no one gifted me this insane personality I own it on my own I hate where it takes me to places I don't want to be leaving parts of me that should have been alone Except it seems to be stiched upon my lips weaved by my fingertips it's sewn inside my pocket Stitches that itch every time I breathe I wish someone would pick apart the grief that it brings tightly stiched inside the woven Oh how you could read me in sign language that could swear in the interim of lips not moving could we just dance? Bodies that bump in the night shake a world so fragile it would shatter Pale crescent moonlight seeks a perfect light expelling it's sigh into Dark Matter
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
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