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the type writer fills the nonsense letting go of bloodshot canvas flustered tongues bedding the wise this room smells like ink your hair smells like ink your arms smell like ink your body tastes like it there is no more room for sensual broken glass hindered smile it was so precise incision inside right blue vein hardened in sun, molded into beastly atoms drained come loathing breathing forbade me from looking in the pale direction of ruby sonnets hanging off the tip of shoulders scratching thunder moonlight sonata dance, eyes pierced into the dark blue above fingers settled like spiritual natives on blushed cheeks smile when I speak grow tall, infinite, strong highways fall like clouds in my vision they all have become a blur exits off the roads and the furthest away from temptation of fruitful chaos mourned with lactating ******* children's laughter angry fathers chest head spins black and warming winds cool spins welcoming grins nobody ever wins
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Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
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the type writer fills the nonsense letting go of bloodshot canvas flustered tongues bedding the wise this room smells like ink your hair smells like ink your arms smell like ink your body tastes like it there is no more room for sensual broken glass hindered smile it was so precise incision inside right blue vein hardened in sun, molded into beastly atoms drained come loathing breathing forbade me from looking in the pale direction of ruby sonnets hanging off the tip of shoulders scratching thunder moonlight sonata dance, eyes pierced into the dark blue above fingers settled like spiritual natives on blushed cheeks smile when I speak grow tall, infinite, strong highways fall like clouds in my vision they all have become a blur exits off the roads and the furthest away from temptation of fruitful chaos mourned with lactating ******* children's laughter angry fathers chest head spins black and warming winds cool spins welcoming grins nobody ever wins
midnight-prague
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midnight-prague
Greek
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
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