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Diluted promises- watered down with doubt and wandering flesh Jagged kisses pierce your throat and I have no bandage to place upon you I was the bandage. And now I must peel away Quick, as not to inflict continued pain. But remember- pain is human Or is it soul? Soul is absent Feathered and dusty Everywhere and nowhere. Each weaving must unweave And unwoven takes another form But separate. Two lines uncrossed. Miles away from you and me I whisper and it sounds too loud My ears bleed for your departure My heart aches for the end My eyes are blind and I fumble around Trying to capture the fraying leftovers That have gone cold in our hands, But I’ve lost my appetite for you And I spit up your words I’m sick on your lies And I’d rather die hungry Then full of your **** And empty from your love.
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
The Unweaving
Diluted promises- watered down with doubt and wandering flesh Jagged kisses pierce your throat and I have no bandage to place upon you I was the bandage. And now I must peel away Quick, as not to inflict continued pain. But remember- pain is human Or is it soul? Soul is absent Feathered and dusty Everywhere and nowhere. Each weaving must unweave And unwoven takes another form But separate. Two lines uncrossed. Miles away from you and me I whisper and it sounds too loud My ears bleed for your departure My heart aches for the end My eyes are blind and I fumble around Trying to capture the fraying leftovers That have gone cold in our hands, But I’ve lost my appetite for you And I spit up your words I’m sick on your lies And I’d rather die hungry Then full of your **** And empty from your love.
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
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