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... bloodshot moon, from a suns constant view seeps anger into ocean blue red cracks upon a pupils white dome a rivalry with the bonds at Birth now severed and inflamed good riddance I could say, but waking from delirium with a touch of stuffed air suffocating again, it was nothing but a fantasy so it would say, with a condescending grin how much will I take before I become waste, and return to form hair, skin, bones, shadows, grave, dust nothing don’t give it too much thought it’s what it wants tones within a shadowed contempt speaks without lungs and burns the rest so much for the seeds that were meant to bloom for in their visions of lusting power looms claiming rubied seas from the saps of hanging fruits had oceans swell at midnight torn the fabric between eyes as to close the blinds yet the screams echo in clicks and gazes become waste, never forget waiting for the boom or never ending heat it’s all they’ve been waiting to see hear waste, see waste, stay waste, be waste birth waste, **** waste, grow waste, shrink waste hate waste, pray waste it’s all waste in this taste it’s all waste in this taste
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
part of a Waste
... bloodshot moon, from a suns constant view seeps anger into ocean blue red cracks upon a pupils white dome a rivalry with the bonds at Birth now severed and inflamed good riddance I could say, but waking from delirium with a touch of stuffed air suffocating again, it was nothing but a fantasy so it would say, with a condescending grin how much will I take before I become waste, and return to form hair, skin, bones, shadows, grave, dust nothing don’t give it too much thought it’s what it wants tones within a shadowed contempt speaks without lungs and burns the rest so much for the seeds that were meant to bloom for in their visions of lusting power looms claiming rubied seas from the saps of hanging fruits had oceans swell at midnight torn the fabric between eyes as to close the blinds yet the screams echo in clicks and gazes become waste, never forget waiting for the boom or never ending heat it’s all they’ve been waiting to see hear waste, see waste, stay waste, be waste birth waste, **** waste, grow waste, shrink waste hate waste, pray waste it’s all waste in this taste it’s all waste in this taste
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
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