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open sores and festering wounds searing souls and mounds of bleached white bones why are they bleached? what, I don't know, that's just what you do with bones you bleach them oh he says as he forces his ears inside my head then he takes a garden hose and thumbs his nose at all my paper-thin relationships like he knows piles and piles of dripping wet has beens hills and mountains of ended possibilites opened and closed my life was a story you can take what you read like wow this is boring
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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open sores and festering wounds searing souls and mounds of bleached white bones why are they bleached? what, I don't know, that's just what you do with bones you bleach them oh he says as he forces his ears inside my head then he takes a garden hose and thumbs his nose at all my paper-thin relationships like he knows piles and piles of dripping wet has beens hills and mountains of ended possibilites opened and closed my life was a story you can take what you read like wow this is boring
Wrote this at work; inspiration strikes at strange times.
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Jun 18, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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