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Partied by a daylight not worth receiving The lighted archways of judgment Beam down on your skeletal appearance Urging a break away from some monumental collapse A ragged dolls face Stitched on the body of a human waste receptacle Your bruises and burn scares The missteps of your creation Out of the depths of blackened fornication Moonlight tones of a memory An insemination that never happened Carnal desires blunted at hello Stitched at the seams I know those are just beads in your eyes Blankness recedes from the shore lines Unveiling to yourself the residue of our indiscretions together Briefly awarded the rank of general Now collapsed into what we would not refer to as a person of distinction Not a person of substance or quality How would this concoction respond? This ball of human anti-matter This forgiven body of curses and regret shoveled Slowly into some one else’s normal circumstance Faced with complacency of this evil renunciation To live another’s life Pure banality Pure monotony Maybe I was bread for this
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC
The Hurried mass of one
Partied by a daylight not worth receiving The lighted archways of judgment Beam down on your skeletal appearance Urging a break away from some monumental collapse A ragged dolls face Stitched on the body of a human waste receptacle Your bruises and burn scares The missteps of your creation Out of the depths of blackened fornication Moonlight tones of a memory An insemination that never happened Carnal desires blunted at hello Stitched at the seams I know those are just beads in your eyes Blankness recedes from the shore lines Unveiling to yourself the residue of our indiscretions together Briefly awarded the rank of general Now collapsed into what we would not refer to as a person of distinction Not a person of substance or quality How would this concoction respond? This ball of human anti-matter This forgiven body of curses and regret shoveled Slowly into some one else’s normal circumstance Faced with complacency of this evil renunciation To live another’s life Pure banality Pure monotony Maybe I was bread for this
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sparkles-asparagus
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC
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