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fidgeting with fickle strings, twisting pulling and breaking like eye contact snapping, the sound of teeth cracking out of the game, out of the ballpark never hit a home run never had to run home homeward bound is such a strange term rooftops sheltering storm clouds while it downpours outside the windowpanes pained expressions painted with water watering down words to find a format MLA citations of a speeding ticket slow down there, rockette, you won’t get anywhere that fast i’m going nowhere fast now everything in slow motion now space cadet, always spaced out coloring pages with disregard for lines patterns and patterns and patterns and ripped out notebook pages covered pages of equations of how to go shooting out of this town like a star burned out down to the core aging exponentially to fight the decay termites digging tunnels in the wood now collapsing haunted houses housing skeletons and coffins in the closets closest person turn out the lights lighting candles like a vigil candied hearts with a sour aftertaste tasting pieces of words as they form syllables, stumbling and tumbling rolling down grassy hills bug bites, goosebumps, a chill just play it cool in the depth of humidity humility is a lesson to learn in the heat heating up old left-overs for dinner left-over bumblebees bumbling bumbling where is that buzzing coming from now?
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
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fidgeting with fickle strings, twisting pulling and breaking like eye contact snapping, the sound of teeth cracking out of the game, out of the ballpark never hit a home run never had to run home homeward bound is such a strange term rooftops sheltering storm clouds while it downpours outside the windowpanes pained expressions painted with water watering down words to find a format MLA citations of a speeding ticket slow down there, rockette, you won’t get anywhere that fast i’m going nowhere fast now everything in slow motion now space cadet, always spaced out coloring pages with disregard for lines patterns and patterns and patterns and ripped out notebook pages covered pages of equations of how to go shooting out of this town like a star burned out down to the core aging exponentially to fight the decay termites digging tunnels in the wood now collapsing haunted houses housing skeletons and coffins in the closets closest person turn out the lights lighting candles like a vigil candied hearts with a sour aftertaste tasting pieces of words as they form syllables, stumbling and tumbling rolling down grassy hills bug bites, goosebumps, a chill just play it cool in the depth of humidity humility is a lesson to learn in the heat heating up old left-overs for dinner left-over bumblebees bumbling bumbling where is that buzzing coming from now?
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hutchinson
20/English
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
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