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each time i see a dead man's face i think i'd maybe known him flirted with him in a bar perhaps beneath a blue neon moon forgot him as easily as i lied about the last digit of my cell phone number and now he's smiling at me from the blueing screen and i think he might have been one of those guys who grew into his looks and disgust myself when i wonder what they could have thought of me. call me candied kitsch syrup blooming spoonfuls decadent for a  moment overwhelming in two nauseating in three at arms-length i am half your wingspan away from you it's always been my way to start somewhere in the middle and spread from there in layers to seep and sweep and tumble and rush to gurgle and howl and crash towards a boy in dim lighting who probably wanted to talk to my friend
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
benevolent tumor
each time i see a dead man's face i think i'd maybe known him flirted with him in a bar perhaps beneath a blue neon moon forgot him as easily as i lied about the last digit of my cell phone number and now he's smiling at me from the blueing screen and i think he might have been one of those guys who grew into his looks and disgust myself when i wonder what they could have thought of me. call me candied kitsch syrup blooming spoonfuls decadent for a  moment overwhelming in two nauseating in three at arms-length i am half your wingspan away from you it's always been my way to start somewhere in the middle and spread from there in layers to seep and sweep and tumble and rush to gurgle and howl and crash towards a boy in dim lighting who probably wanted to talk to my friend
i am aware of the word benign.
j-carroll
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
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