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I never imagined that falling in love could shatter your heart, brick rusted dreams scraped and dragging, slashed metaphors scattered and scanning the skyline in search of serenity, the heavy momentum shifting in unbroken worlds, the spinning weight of various kingdoms converging towards one another, the filthy snippets stomping inside my brain repeatedly, nasty rhythms gray and grinning, a soiled heartbreak bruised and bladed, as I stared at the blackened glass ceiling inside my living room, the way its shadowed existence hovered in ****** directions, raged, maddened, a stabbed hall of bleeding diction upturned in chaos. The grief was drifting me away from outer Saturn, more like snarling Mars, hissing and cussing, shuffling and twisting, an empty bitchless nation slamming shut in loud beats, as my dull dry eyes swelled in inkwells, slippery dungeons, rusted brown shells, split cheeks suffering syntax, whitewashed shoulders beneath a sludge of helpless seas, compounded muscles, crumbled earlobes, every smashed bone fast falling in splintering tunnels.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Love Hurts
I never imagined that falling in love could shatter your heart, brick rusted dreams scraped and dragging, slashed metaphors scattered and scanning the skyline in search of serenity, the heavy momentum shifting in unbroken worlds, the spinning weight of various kingdoms converging towards one another, the filthy snippets stomping inside my brain repeatedly, nasty rhythms gray and grinning, a soiled heartbreak bruised and bladed, as I stared at the blackened glass ceiling inside my living room, the way its shadowed existence hovered in ****** directions, raged, maddened, a stabbed hall of bleeding diction upturned in chaos. The grief was drifting me away from outer Saturn, more like snarling Mars, hissing and cussing, shuffling and twisting, an empty bitchless nation slamming shut in loud beats, as my dull dry eyes swelled in inkwells, slippery dungeons, rusted brown shells, split cheeks suffering syntax, whitewashed shoulders beneath a sludge of helpless seas, compounded muscles, crumbled earlobes, every smashed bone fast falling in splintering tunnels.
travis-green
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travis-green
30/M/Middlesex, NC
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
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