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it has taken many swallowed words, wretched nights, boiling blood too many staggering revelations left behind, the moon at sunrise clarity needed so fiercely, choked to death in a greedy embrace wicked, wicked fingers ache for liberty from stagnancy raucous throats wail for gesture throbbing spirit ponder change i am seeking enlightenment, almost gets caught on an incisor on the way out shrewd minds hail benefits of repetition a recommendation worthy of a busted record player rapid internal revolution is fraught with instability sanity skulking out the side door while you try to keep your needle straight (and narrow) there's a silence at the window, whiffs of modulation & hesitation contemplate the purr of pavement underfoot if only deranged carnivores counting your steps kept you off the streets there is humble grace to a hung crown a fickle tongue swollen with repose to listless, tranquil limbs forthcoming, bruised lips never quite as pleasing in the mourning solitude
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
metamorphosis
it has taken many swallowed words, wretched nights, boiling blood too many staggering revelations left behind, the moon at sunrise clarity needed so fiercely, choked to death in a greedy embrace wicked, wicked fingers ache for liberty from stagnancy raucous throats wail for gesture throbbing spirit ponder change i am seeking enlightenment, almost gets caught on an incisor on the way out shrewd minds hail benefits of repetition a recommendation worthy of a busted record player rapid internal revolution is fraught with instability sanity skulking out the side door while you try to keep your needle straight (and narrow) there's a silence at the window, whiffs of modulation & hesitation contemplate the purr of pavement underfoot if only deranged carnivores counting your steps kept you off the streets there is humble grace to a hung crown a fickle tongue swollen with repose to listless, tranquil limbs forthcoming, bruised lips never quite as pleasing in the mourning solitude
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
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