'Anyone sitting here?'
5 minutes ago
we were thrusting in the toilets.
Our clothes take the stance
of opposing forces. Our alibi.
Tongues become txts.
I always have credit when in character.
I would **** half the people here,
friends and colleagues alike.
Beat them to death.
Cave in their heads with my fists,
stop when punching carpet —
just so the remaining half could see
how tender I would hold you.
Our eyes transfixed, unwilling
to focus on anything else —
the place cold be burning down
and all the love letters wouldn’t change the fact
that I can not read and you can not write.
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 7:06 AM UTC
'Anyone sitting here?'
5 minutes ago
we were thrusting in the toilets.
Our clothes take the stance
of opposing forces. Our alibi.
Tongues become txts.
I always have credit when in character.
I would **** half the people here,
friends and colleagues alike.
Beat them to death.
Cave in their heads with my fists,
stop when punching carpet —
just so the remaining half could see
how tender I would hold you.
Our eyes transfixed, unwilling
to focus on anything else —
the place cold be burning down
and all the love letters wouldn’t change the fact
that I can not read and you can not write.
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