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I've bent my mouth up to my ear Believing in the stuff belief is made of Milk replaced by silky biers Losing my fingers to the Barren Baron Dove Hurts to admit I'm stealing away A curly knife held to my ear Simple, crimpled, waning days Throw unto the heart of the pier Lark and tumble Bark and fumble Still those tired eyes of dust I have found the beveled rhythm Among the pristine clouds of rust, Entropy's daily rhythm Wake away the roaring morning Rising heat in waxing dawn Spend the many days adorning The beating pulse of the fawn Stupefied, nullified Numb and in crumbs A stump to the vein A lump of sweetened pain
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
A Mirrored Spoon
I've bent my mouth up to my ear Believing in the stuff belief is made of Milk replaced by silky biers Losing my fingers to the Barren Baron Dove Hurts to admit I'm stealing away A curly knife held to my ear Simple, crimpled, waning days Throw unto the heart of the pier Lark and tumble Bark and fumble Still those tired eyes of dust I have found the beveled rhythm Among the pristine clouds of rust, Entropy's daily rhythm Wake away the roaring morning Rising heat in waxing dawn Spend the many days adorning The beating pulse of the fawn Stupefied, nullified Numb and in crumbs A stump to the vein A lump of sweetened pain
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DerrekEstrella
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DerrekEstrella
20/M/The ISS
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
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