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... under my skin High tension wires They crackle, singeing The hairs on my arms and Burning roadmaps On my throat and belly The words are singing... ... an acappella high note Searing the eardrums Breaking the crystal While the rose lies wet on the table Fragments spark the Ionosphere Hanging to rival the Aurora Borialis The words are singing... Their siren song I wreck on the rocks I tear the page with rudderless penmanship The words are singing... And they skitter off The page like lizards SøułSurvivør (C) 6/8/2017
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
The words are singing...
... under my skin High tension wires They crackle, singeing The hairs on my arms and Burning roadmaps On my throat and belly The words are singing... ... an acappella high note Searing the eardrums Breaking the crystal While the rose lies wet on the table Fragments spark the Ionosphere Hanging to rival the Aurora Borialis The words are singing... Their siren song I wreck on the rocks I tear the page with rudderless penmanship The words are singing... And they skitter off The page like lizards SøułSurvivør (C) 6/8/2017
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
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