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repression. this is the block. it comes in at 3 o'clock in the morning when you know it is empty, it becomes the modus vivendi repression. it devours you. taints you that rouge. quiet becomes the switch that keeps them crying. repression. like a cigarette passed around we share it, not making a sound. the smoke rising and the sorrow is chastising. repression. the words lost in the silence yet blooming with the violets. repression. there is nothing to say. it seems like it is okay. you shut everyone away and lock them with the words you cannot find.
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
repression
repression. this is the block. it comes in at 3 o'clock in the morning when you know it is empty, it becomes the modus vivendi repression. it devours you. taints you that rouge. quiet becomes the switch that keeps them crying. repression. like a cigarette passed around we share it, not making a sound. the smoke rising and the sorrow is chastising. repression. the words lost in the silence yet blooming with the violets. repression. there is nothing to say. it seems like it is okay. you shut everyone away and lock them with the words you cannot find.
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23/F/the sun and the ocean
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
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