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I’d **** to fall asleep these ever sinking eyelids break the black, the darkness parts. Behind slits of light reddening eyes weep sitting moist, unnerving endings: shards of vision ignite swirling thoughts, impulsive pulses of rapid electric sparks. Sharpened spiralled contemplation: daggers, knives of stimulation emulating scythe like sweeps; cutting spirals in the throat I cough and splutter, mutter, choke. What madness and envy lay in the thrusting of hours passed. She wouldn't let me fall away, slump to slumbers thrown, alas such beauty to demise, roll down the blinds on rising skies. Our crimson sheets grow ever-green; her sunken body, lifeless, bare. I imagine her final unbroken dream; she finds this wealth, too hard to share.
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
The Wealth She Grew Overnight
I’d **** to fall asleep these ever sinking eyelids break the black, the darkness parts. Behind slits of light reddening eyes weep sitting moist, unnerving endings: shards of vision ignite swirling thoughts, impulsive pulses of rapid electric sparks. Sharpened spiralled contemplation: daggers, knives of stimulation emulating scythe like sweeps; cutting spirals in the throat I cough and splutter, mutter, choke. What madness and envy lay in the thrusting of hours passed. She wouldn't let me fall away, slump to slumbers thrown, alas such beauty to demise, roll down the blinds on rising skies. Our crimson sheets grow ever-green; her sunken body, lifeless, bare. I imagine her final unbroken dream; she finds this wealth, too hard to share.
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
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