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Pouring.... Grey like April's ****** Amassing the draped sun Until her thighs we're but shadow, I cried unto the silent, Inside the storm Through eyes that Mimic everyone and there Is only peace outside. Passionate doubled man, Creeping pains like tidal Drifts in the bipolar temple. I am not But there is no one inside to hear The thoughts crying out In the deepest wail, Hear me, smile, walk by me, You would never know Inside me the fluxed, And she is inside me gone.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Flux The Inner Things
Pouring.... Grey like April's ****** Amassing the draped sun Until her thighs we're but shadow, I cried unto the silent, Inside the storm Through eyes that Mimic everyone and there Is only peace outside. Passionate doubled man, Creeping pains like tidal Drifts in the bipolar temple. I am not But there is no one inside to hear The thoughts crying out In the deepest wail, Hear me, smile, walk by me, You would never know Inside me the fluxed, And she is inside me gone.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
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