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Grid scored on my back Clove bulbs spiked, superficially clinging with determination of sand spurs I'm a ham Served whole Sweating, secreting succulent indifference Life's teeth glint and catch the middle of my iris Shhh... Can you see them? Clinch your soul's curtains Barricade the shutters of your mind Allow yourself to be overcome with paradise personified Now tell me, do you see? Bunnies sprinting through great green rolling hills Hind-quarters thumping Leather pads attempting to flatten the horizon ***** daydreams Lamenting desire's demented delusions Same in the end Bullet driving fantasy Bursting free Exploding back to front The calamity of innocence Mercy sprays into the air Atomizing as it descends Defining invisibility's mass I could never pull the trigger Even if to preserve my own breath A coward's concession Self-sacrifice in spite of shame That's the way things go Quality of life is contingent on what can't be remembered Why is it so hard to forget Happy time granules have fallen Slightly off color Completely missed placed in this miserable sand box
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Happy ******* Thanksgiving
Grid scored on my back Clove bulbs spiked, superficially clinging with determination of sand spurs I'm a ham Served whole Sweating, secreting succulent indifference Life's teeth glint and catch the middle of my iris Shhh... Can you see them? Clinch your soul's curtains Barricade the shutters of your mind Allow yourself to be overcome with paradise personified Now tell me, do you see? Bunnies sprinting through great green rolling hills Hind-quarters thumping Leather pads attempting to flatten the horizon ***** daydreams Lamenting desire's demented delusions Same in the end Bullet driving fantasy Bursting free Exploding back to front The calamity of innocence Mercy sprays into the air Atomizing as it descends Defining invisibility's mass I could never pull the trigger Even if to preserve my own breath A coward's concession Self-sacrifice in spite of shame That's the way things go Quality of life is contingent on what can't be remembered Why is it so hard to forget Happy time granules have fallen Slightly off color Completely missed placed in this miserable sand box
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Fimfivver
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
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