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When I’m dead like here and now. Like before and present, as I’ll always be portrayed wound within the fabric of my birth. I'll stammer through the phantom beastly of society, as I always have I will phase beneath the day's skin, flower and splatter amongst the phantom passerbys and click my blooming tongue behind your blind ears. And chant one lasting whisper against the back bristles of your shivering neck, my breath pluming against and within your porous skin. One lasting, one altering statement or phrase or acknowledgement I give shackled in the chains of a gift wrapped present within the corridors of your perking ears and there to be unpacked. You as every other soul will misplace my memory, will forget as a ghost dissipates against the breeze. I was never anchored here, indistinguishly as the phantom I am composed of I may sputter the words farewell, farewell only to be met with farewell and forget. Farewell as my pattered steps flutter within the distance, dead as here and now, dead as my unlasting memory. I exist as but a farewell.
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Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
But a Phantom to Forget
When I’m dead like here and now. Like before and present, as I’ll always be portrayed wound within the fabric of my birth. I'll stammer through the phantom beastly of society, as I always have I will phase beneath the day's skin, flower and splatter amongst the phantom passerbys and click my blooming tongue behind your blind ears. And chant one lasting whisper against the back bristles of your shivering neck, my breath pluming against and within your porous skin. One lasting, one altering statement or phrase or acknowledgement I give shackled in the chains of a gift wrapped present within the corridors of your perking ears and there to be unpacked. You as every other soul will misplace my memory, will forget as a ghost dissipates against the breeze. I was never anchored here, indistinguishly as the phantom I am composed of I may sputter the words farewell, farewell only to be met with farewell and forget. Farewell as my pattered steps flutter within the distance, dead as here and now, dead as my unlasting memory. I exist as but a farewell.
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devon-baker
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Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
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