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Plan on holding my hand I’d endure the wrath of raspy snake tongues and burning bites so you Can be a little happier today, My darling I’d take on every wild creature with yellow Eyes Poison on medusas finger Inside of my brain I’d shake and shake Shake and shake The sky a vibrating landscape of your Emptiness and no phone calls back I’d shake amongst the choreographed reeds And die Die for you My darling And if it isn’t enough I’m sorry I made a bad estimate Of what was in the jar If it wasn’t enough I’d find a way underneath the windowsill glued tight with the obstinate no’s and the moons idle hands moth cadavers and fits of frostbite blues Inside of your room where no sound bold sunflowers pink sundresses the incessant chitter chatter of chastising chumps ever finds it’s way into your abode of sadness my Darling I’d brush the rectangular flesh that sits gracefully, sadly, atop your Handsome cheek and I’d kiss you my darling until Death discovers my sheets cold and The devil flushes with purple rage
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
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Plan on holding my hand I’d endure the wrath of raspy snake tongues and burning bites so you Can be a little happier today, My darling I’d take on every wild creature with yellow Eyes Poison on medusas finger Inside of my brain I’d shake and shake Shake and shake The sky a vibrating landscape of your Emptiness and no phone calls back I’d shake amongst the choreographed reeds And die Die for you My darling And if it isn’t enough I’m sorry I made a bad estimate Of what was in the jar If it wasn’t enough I’d find a way underneath the windowsill glued tight with the obstinate no’s and the moons idle hands moth cadavers and fits of frostbite blues Inside of your room where no sound bold sunflowers pink sundresses the incessant chitter chatter of chastising chumps ever finds it’s way into your abode of sadness my Darling I’d brush the rectangular flesh that sits gracefully, sadly, atop your Handsome cheek and I’d kiss you my darling until Death discovers my sheets cold and The devil flushes with purple rage
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sinandpoems
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
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