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Candlepins are only disguised pills the fall, counted. One by one, swallow. Repeat. Swallow. Swallow. Because spitters are quitters, right? Spit. It’s only good after cinnamon griffins scale your throat - comfort in knowing it’s over. Spit. If it’s bitter, spit. If it’s bitter you're too late. You should have warned me - the walls did. They breathe with me, twisting patterned. Because words are only patterns right? Subtract an “s” from a “t” - keep the “o” (only for yourself) Draw up “weak” to steal a “k” Steal permission. Breathe with the walls. Spit. Chew, choke, spit. Choke on the numbers. Steal. Emptiness, breathe. Bitter, breathe.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
Spit
Candlepins are only disguised pills the fall, counted. One by one, swallow. Repeat. Swallow. Swallow. Because spitters are quitters, right? Spit. It’s only good after cinnamon griffins scale your throat - comfort in knowing it’s over. Spit. If it’s bitter, spit. If it’s bitter you're too late. You should have warned me - the walls did. They breathe with me, twisting patterned. Because words are only patterns right? Subtract an “s” from a “t” - keep the “o” (only for yourself) Draw up “weak” to steal a “k” Steal permission. Breathe with the walls. Spit. Chew, choke, spit. Choke on the numbers. Steal. Emptiness, breathe. Bitter, breathe.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
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