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After I dumped the filthy pain inside the dank gutters, slimy and dry double negatives, flat and hard vowels breaking at the core.  I thought the loneliness inside of me would vanish away into sore and drowning corridors.  But I could still feel the dripping paint running down my stained skin, joyless diction rolling around and upturned.  I heard the breaking of bones and browning nouns, whiskey flamed adjectives pouring out scraped and abandoned metaphors.  The thoughts were destroying my beauty, the mugshot memories stuck in jagged alleyways, ragged mazes, craggy chambers, smashed maggots, a darkened dwelling drumming inside my depiction in the cloudy drained sky.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
Filthy Pain
After I dumped the filthy pain inside the dank gutters, slimy and dry double negatives, flat and hard vowels breaking at the core.  I thought the loneliness inside of me would vanish away into sore and drowning corridors.  But I could still feel the dripping paint running down my stained skin, joyless diction rolling around and upturned.  I heard the breaking of bones and browning nouns, whiskey flamed adjectives pouring out scraped and abandoned metaphors.  The thoughts were destroying my beauty, the mugshot memories stuck in jagged alleyways, ragged mazes, craggy chambers, smashed maggots, a darkened dwelling drumming inside my depiction in the cloudy drained sky.
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travis-green
30/M/Middlesex, NC
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
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