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BUBBLE BOY

Http://www.Merriam-Webster.com/Dictionary/Quadriplegic Quadriplegic: one affected with paralysis of both arms and both legs Or... BEAST! **When moonlight isn't enough to lubricate the darkest corners of a hopeless heart... When the air is heavy and still and a lonely heart is crying out IMUPDREAMIN' When another bottle won't do... or medicine cabinet remedies Poetry is a righteous intoxicant Love is still a filthy word lying around in the condition I'm in Your lungs will get the best of you The air is thin Too noisy to breathe There isn't enough oxygen in a pointless relationship for a weak heart to respire; I've got an incurable condition on so many levels Love's bubble boy I may suffocate if exposed to what would be considered a fair amount, or any joy whatsoever Something about my cells. Consequently this is my cell in here; I'm a prisoner in my thick skin When moonlight is a memory and the sun has risen for the good of a concrete rose... When the air is toxic and stings and an infected heart is dying out IMUPDREAMIN' When I've burned through the bag ... when I'd already reached my ceiling I write poems about the feeling reaching out to love again Bubble be damned**
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derickgibbs
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Apr 22, 2014
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#love#poetry#lonely#pain#hope#loss#loneliness
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