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Isolationist theories of my brutal development A mask In the world of passengers Regretting every slight disruption Making icy chatters of teeth As we wonder How will these small altercations Affect the grand course of my surreptitious collapse? Just a violent object on an axis A washer head thrown into a tumultuous ocean of visions A flickering correspondent Lying on an abolition The worst things happening to the best people It spins and breaths and ***** This molested scared demon Anally penetrating all that I believe is genuine Reels of my childhood development Played on repeat to search for ammunition The tunneling rib cages of my insanity The forest nymph of all that is good The one who created me Locked away in a windowless world Analyzed as if lockness was one of them I always thought it would be me Falling to where I could not be found How am I still standing?
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
Survivalists are Loners
Isolationist theories of my brutal development A mask In the world of passengers Regretting every slight disruption Making icy chatters of teeth As we wonder How will these small altercations Affect the grand course of my surreptitious collapse? Just a violent object on an axis A washer head thrown into a tumultuous ocean of visions A flickering correspondent Lying on an abolition The worst things happening to the best people It spins and breaths and ***** This molested scared demon Anally penetrating all that I believe is genuine Reels of my childhood development Played on repeat to search for ammunition The tunneling rib cages of my insanity The forest nymph of all that is good The one who created me Locked away in a windowless world Analyzed as if lockness was one of them I always thought it would be me Falling to where I could not be found How am I still standing?
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
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