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i hear the sounds of banshee screams like series of unruly crime scenes. they call to me, and as if god himself stabbed me, i shatter. but oh they call to me, and if i were to not listen, i would be struck down by spears of novas. so i tug on starlight, and chant: why is it that i can't cross the cursed crossing ? it is the silicon veil dear god i am the shadow's blossoming
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
silicon veil
i hear the sounds of banshee screams like series of unruly crime scenes. they call to me, and as if god himself stabbed me, i shatter. but oh they call to me, and if i were to not listen, i would be struck down by spears of novas. so i tug on starlight, and chant: why is it that i can't cross the cursed crossing ? it is the silicon veil dear god i am the shadow's blossoming
2/23 - an example of how horrible my poetry is when I have no direction or theme
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
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