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'I should be dead' Said the sleeping- Sadness-- Trying to speak blind With cayman lips. This dust is different Lingering internally- Flailing at unchangeable. There were pieces, Like me--but- Crafted from puzzle I left them inside-the-clouds. On the pathways- And with her skin- -Though the atmosphere stole them. My familiarity had gone- And now-- All I have, Is singing carcinogens, Gargling on numb.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
Cayman Dust
'I should be dead' Said the sleeping- Sadness-- Trying to speak blind With cayman lips. This dust is different Lingering internally- Flailing at unchangeable. There were pieces, Like me--but- Crafted from puzzle I left them inside-the-clouds. On the pathways- And with her skin- -Though the atmosphere stole them. My familiarity had gone- And now-- All I have, Is singing carcinogens, Gargling on numb.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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