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i wait and wait and wait and wait and wait i sit with skinned knees turned up toward the fluid membrane of the sky wait my mouth is supposed to be a pretty pink like you drew me out to be it's a devastating gray waiting waiting how may fingers do i have to count on before you come back to me stop stop i don't beg for anyone except for the voice in my head to SHUT UP i told myself that beauty is subjective i want to be subjective stopping blood flows through the space behind my eyes i can't see any color but a brilliant red shut up how high do i have to jump before the force of the landing breaks both my legs? my heart beats to no one but the idea that I am superior do i have the capacity to hate myself? no
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
brain made of quicksand
i wait and wait and wait and wait and wait i sit with skinned knees turned up toward the fluid membrane of the sky wait my mouth is supposed to be a pretty pink like you drew me out to be it's a devastating gray waiting waiting how may fingers do i have to count on before you come back to me stop stop i don't beg for anyone except for the voice in my head to SHUT UP i told myself that beauty is subjective i want to be subjective stopping blood flows through the space behind my eyes i can't see any color but a brilliant red shut up how high do i have to jump before the force of the landing breaks both my legs? my heart beats to no one but the idea that I am superior do i have the capacity to hate myself? no
this is a weird format and a bad poem but whevvvvvsssssssss
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liam-kleinberg
German
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
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