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heartbeat creaks in, out, ladder creaking too-- can you feel it, can you hear the petty voices screaming at you, can you. can you, can you. crying out, this is what the water gave back to you: you never liked her anyway, not the way she got into trouble, regret doesn’t make someone more dead, anyway, what’s the rush? riverbed running dry, what’s the rush? says, you have nothing to worry about says, god told me about the paintings, god told me, says, this is your fault untucked button-up shirts falling from a fifth floor balcony, this is what love is supposed to feel like promising bitten pieces of paper to strangers and other misdemeanors eating at the cardboard cutout suicide dream some kind of oasis, or at least a buried treasure, right? that’s what we came here for, right? says, don’t make assumptions, says, don’t make this harder than it has to be, says, don’t-- corpse in the river, blonde hair blue eyes get seven sentences and a memorial speaking in sentences only churches get to hear lighting a cigarette and talking about the end of the world isn’t this what we came here for? says, what a way to die
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
river cleanup progresses with mixed success
heartbeat creaks in, out, ladder creaking too-- can you feel it, can you hear the petty voices screaming at you, can you. can you, can you. crying out, this is what the water gave back to you: you never liked her anyway, not the way she got into trouble, regret doesn’t make someone more dead, anyway, what’s the rush? riverbed running dry, what’s the rush? says, you have nothing to worry about says, god told me about the paintings, god told me, says, this is your fault untucked button-up shirts falling from a fifth floor balcony, this is what love is supposed to feel like promising bitten pieces of paper to strangers and other misdemeanors eating at the cardboard cutout suicide dream some kind of oasis, or at least a buried treasure, right? that’s what we came here for, right? says, don’t make assumptions, says, don’t make this harder than it has to be, says, don’t-- corpse in the river, blonde hair blue eyes get seven sentences and a memorial speaking in sentences only churches get to hear lighting a cigarette and talking about the end of the world isn’t this what we came here for? says, what a way to die
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
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