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Aftershock

Later, I'd swear that the empty bottles

and the smell of smoke had

rotted my clothing away

 

I think I may have tried scrubbing myself

with dirt; i found blood on my hands and my feet

the next

morning

 

sweat was everywhere in my eyes

the only thing that made the stench

go away was soaking myself in perfume until

my skin pruned

and i couldent breathe

 

no sleep, no heatbeat here in this body

who needs breath

who needs love, after all

 

break the mirror, replace your artificial beauty

scream "wantmeneedme saveme"

watch them want  you.throw out your artificial hope.

replace your broken records

 

now start to play them all again

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sigilism
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Aug 31, 2011
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