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Your eyes were vacant, hollow Sallow - the colour of your putrid heart Art is only art when someone doesn't get it. To be quite candid, I never did get you Your lying fumes made my alveoli suffer You tried to buffer your mistakes But in vain... The scar on your left ear Caused by the fear of being overshadowed Widowed by the loss of your sister But hey, mister, don't you dare look me in the eye. Because I am the second primary on a falcon's right wing I am the initial temperature drop of winter No hunter can possess the desire to possess my desire. My lilac fur of disdain scalds the corneas of my opposition My partially sheathed claws sharpened on the skulls of my deficiencies Lie waiting, famished Polished by your lies , greed & misery Fissures of my hidden deception In a glass tumbler Tempting green apple and cinnamon. So now, stuck on top of a pine tree You begin your cautious decent To the seemingly clear coast below Roasted almonds and marshmallows And I Hiding the shadows themselves Will extend my scaly grasp Onto your left tibia.
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy
Your eyes were vacant, hollow Sallow - the colour of your putrid heart Art is only art when someone doesn't get it. To be quite candid, I never did get you Your lying fumes made my alveoli suffer You tried to buffer your mistakes But in vain... The scar on your left ear Caused by the fear of being overshadowed Widowed by the loss of your sister But hey, mister, don't you dare look me in the eye. Because I am the second primary on a falcon's right wing I am the initial temperature drop of winter No hunter can possess the desire to possess my desire. My lilac fur of disdain scalds the corneas of my opposition My partially sheathed claws sharpened on the skulls of my deficiencies Lie waiting, famished Polished by your lies , greed & misery Fissures of my hidden deception In a glass tumbler Tempting green apple and cinnamon. So now, stuck on top of a pine tree You begin your cautious decent To the seemingly clear coast below Roasted almonds and marshmallows And I Hiding the shadows themselves Will extend my scaly grasp Onto your left tibia.
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
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