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I can feel you undulating Unraveling neath my kitten claws And I want more How fast would a car have to be going - how many pounds per square inch till we collide and My spine shatters like a pane of glass glimmering scattered along stretches of asphalt on a scorching summer afternoon? Your shaking hands fumble to retrive yourself - tiny fractals of a crystallized moment and you - I peer into each one to behold my teeth as in a dream - Teeth falling from lips overflowing with apologetic acid and they all reflect an unnamed series of secondary and tertiary emotions blasting through your subconscious like a prion folding intself into insanity Still you grind my face into the pavement, desperation pushing you to find one that is not - is not - blinding - Hand in hand we run on the beach, kicking sand into each other's eyes.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
The Crash
I can feel you undulating Unraveling neath my kitten claws And I want more How fast would a car have to be going - how many pounds per square inch till we collide and My spine shatters like a pane of glass glimmering scattered along stretches of asphalt on a scorching summer afternoon? Your shaking hands fumble to retrive yourself - tiny fractals of a crystallized moment and you - I peer into each one to behold my teeth as in a dream - Teeth falling from lips overflowing with apologetic acid and they all reflect an unnamed series of secondary and tertiary emotions blasting through your subconscious like a prion folding intself into insanity Still you grind my face into the pavement, desperation pushing you to find one that is not - is not - blinding - Hand in hand we run on the beach, kicking sand into each other's eyes.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
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