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When I have fevers I grow ***** I say things like "Quit your ******* whining." Or "You're such a **** dad." When my skin burns And my pores feel like they're on fire from the inside I say things that rhyme with the truth Resemble a certain meaning unfiltered I don't make it sound melodious Or tedious Its factual and im ballsy I talk to walls about that crackhead on the fifth floor Who I hear talks to herself at night Or is it her baby girl one that was taken away Her words are mumbles that resemble a feeling I cant quite name I tell the walls they're too ****** thin    they should eat something Fatten up or they'll end up like my sister     when I have a fever I don't remember the sound of her cracking rib bones under my useless hands I don't dream about CPR Sometimes I hear children crying; the floor up above me And If I listen really hard they aren't really crying, they're laughing so hard And the man that is yelling he isn't really yelling hes playing peekaboo with his three laughing squealing children and I smile I am delirious The truth is delirious We are all ******* delirious and drugged up and ****** up I laugh It is one endless fever after another And all the truth I think I've spoken It was just a dream The delirious kind I laugh
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 2:46 PM UTC
I don't dream of the sound of her cracking rib bones anymore
When I have fevers I grow ***** I say things like "Quit your ******* whining." Or "You're such a **** dad." When my skin burns And my pores feel like they're on fire from the inside I say things that rhyme with the truth Resemble a certain meaning unfiltered I don't make it sound melodious Or tedious Its factual and im ballsy I talk to walls about that crackhead on the fifth floor Who I hear talks to herself at night Or is it her baby girl one that was taken away Her words are mumbles that resemble a feeling I cant quite name I tell the walls they're too ****** thin    they should eat something Fatten up or they'll end up like my sister     when I have a fever I don't remember the sound of her cracking rib bones under my useless hands I don't dream about CPR Sometimes I hear children crying; the floor up above me And If I listen really hard they aren't really crying, they're laughing so hard And the man that is yelling he isn't really yelling hes playing peekaboo with his three laughing squealing children and I smile I am delirious The truth is delirious We are all ******* delirious and drugged up and ****** up I laugh It is one endless fever after another And all the truth I think I've spoken It was just a dream The delirious kind I laugh
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 2:46 PM UTC
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