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she's in my mind only, ever in my mind.  i am a beast drinking blood in cold shadows.  she's on the stairs towards the gods with gold-flake mirrors on fire. i can't be soothed by their plasma flesh pixels anymore. i can't be soothed by their carbon copies. i will soon be below their real for good. in need no more of the soft same semblance displayed on the shelves. i swim in deep pools collecting aloneness on high. the romantic disaster laughter is muted. these days i can't help but feel, every now and then, that death is a great kindness in disguise,          but not in the way you think.
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
eggshells and skin; shedding
she's in my mind only, ever in my mind.  i am a beast drinking blood in cold shadows.  she's on the stairs towards the gods with gold-flake mirrors on fire. i can't be soothed by their plasma flesh pixels anymore. i can't be soothed by their carbon copies. i will soon be below their real for good. in need no more of the soft same semblance displayed on the shelves. i swim in deep pools collecting aloneness on high. the romantic disaster laughter is muted. these days i can't help but feel, every now and then, that death is a great kindness in disguise,          but not in the way you think.
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37/M/Texas
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
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