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A sneer, A snide remark graces your skin, Tingling despite the smile. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm alive and burning with rage. I'm storming. Clouds gather At my fingertips, Clouds gather at my Lips. The lower Are troubled, Churning and spurning The gentle hand That often lies. The upper are Sweet, soft, Cotton candy Falsities, Covering up any memory Of personal taste, Of individuality. I exist to please. I'm a saucy Sort of servant. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm alive and Burning with rage. I'm forming. Forming infinitesimally Tiny shapes, Bits of broken Anger and slander Printed fresh like A book. Smaller and smaller The pieces will shrink, Pushed away Into The farthest Corner of my cortex. Flash, Bam, And with a puff of smoke It's almost gone. I'm a magician. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm whatever You please. I'm cotton candy Shit-sticking, White and pliable; Olive will give away If you just keep hitting. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm barely hanging on. I'm burning With rage. But, I'm alive. Yes, I'm alive.
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Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
Burning
A sneer, A snide remark graces your skin, Tingling despite the smile. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm alive and burning with rage. I'm storming. Clouds gather At my fingertips, Clouds gather at my Lips. The lower Are troubled, Churning and spurning The gentle hand That often lies. The upper are Sweet, soft, Cotton candy Falsities, Covering up any memory Of personal taste, Of individuality. I exist to please. I'm a saucy Sort of servant. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm alive and Burning with rage. I'm forming. Forming infinitesimally Tiny shapes, Bits of broken Anger and slander Printed fresh like A book. Smaller and smaller The pieces will shrink, Pushed away Into The farthest Corner of my cortex. Flash, Bam, And with a puff of smoke It's almost gone. I'm a magician. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm whatever You please. I'm cotton candy Shit-sticking, White and pliable; Olive will give away If you just keep hitting. I'm disgusted. I'm irate. I'm barely hanging on. I'm burning With rage. But, I'm alive. Yes, I'm alive.
at the least.
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Lebanese
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
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