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the feel of a scribble a sentence a sense of misdirection of lips on skin affection back off my baseline i'm running scared from something i can't see lips on lips on ***** on me lose myself in the back of my skull let the words come from somewhere fumbling bumbling like bees nowhere to be seen break my spine bending backwards for people with no intention of staying cry so violently the earth rumbles and shakes around me lose my temper like a volcano lose friends like it's my profession confess my sins to gods who were never listening praise my own name I am light I am power I am blood made from iron and flesh born from a ****** womb write my way to a padded room baby sized coffins for shoes why fear mortality when all i want is to sleep forever let my love rain down like shooting stars burn it down until the pain stops regrow like a pine barren death every night rebirth every morning disorienting dualistic cycles of existence endless circles down the drain so just ******* kiss me
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
january
the feel of a scribble a sentence a sense of misdirection of lips on skin affection back off my baseline i'm running scared from something i can't see lips on lips on ***** on me lose myself in the back of my skull let the words come from somewhere fumbling bumbling like bees nowhere to be seen break my spine bending backwards for people with no intention of staying cry so violently the earth rumbles and shakes around me lose my temper like a volcano lose friends like it's my profession confess my sins to gods who were never listening praise my own name I am light I am power I am blood made from iron and flesh born from a ****** womb write my way to a padded room baby sized coffins for shoes why fear mortality when all i want is to sleep forever let my love rain down like shooting stars burn it down until the pain stops regrow like a pine barren death every night rebirth every morning disorienting dualistic cycles of existence endless circles down the drain so just ******* kiss me
train of thought poem from sometime around the new year
hellody
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hellody
24/Genderqueer/American
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
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