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An empath and a mirror walk into a bar and the empath says I see myself in you. *Let me buy you too much wine and kiss your collarbones and twiddle my fingers on your skull.* and the mirror says, *Yehoshua (what a beautiful name) Yehoshua, the prophet. I am so tired of doing the right thing My knees are sore I want my field of poppies.* So the Prophet says *You can rest in my field if you let me know you, the parts you keep tied to your hips like bells, or like weights that clinking prisoner's hymn strapped to your chest. Know that I know you, even the parts you left unsaid (Especially those.)* He says   *I want to have my parents' strength. I want a stranger to ***** in my bed. I want to crawl into your head and hurt you with your reflection. Open up your mouth and I can put the words in myself, but I can't promise my tongue won't taste like 20 years of forged metal (And I can't promise every pretty girl in town doesn't have my metallic tinge behind her teeth.)* (So she says) Why can't you stay still? (and the Prophet says) I'm always running late (and she says) I've stopped running
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Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 4:32 AM UTC
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An empath and a mirror walk into a bar and the empath says I see myself in you. *Let me buy you too much wine and kiss your collarbones and twiddle my fingers on your skull.* and the mirror says, *Yehoshua (what a beautiful name) Yehoshua, the prophet. I am so tired of doing the right thing My knees are sore I want my field of poppies.* So the Prophet says *You can rest in my field if you let me know you, the parts you keep tied to your hips like bells, or like weights that clinking prisoner's hymn strapped to your chest. Know that I know you, even the parts you left unsaid (Especially those.)* He says   *I want to have my parents' strength. I want a stranger to ***** in my bed. I want to crawl into your head and hurt you with your reflection. Open up your mouth and I can put the words in myself, but I can't promise my tongue won't taste like 20 years of forged metal (And I can't promise every pretty girl in town doesn't have my metallic tinge behind her teeth.)* (So she says) Why can't you stay still? (and the Prophet says) I'm always running late (and she says) I've stopped running
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Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 4:32 AM UTC
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