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the moon had flesh, but i tore it away (exposure exposure) curiosity got the best of me i wanted to know if what i was dreaming about truly was something remarkable (i was wrong) the moon was a vessel full of nothingness a reflection of my heart, a destination of my soul learning desolation and craving the form of a black hole, my entire presence on this fuckall called earth is no longer tangible i am nothing we are all, nothing flesh and sadness walking this earth with a purpose that no one's truly been able to find none of us are anything except for temporary shreds of sanity that rot after a little while
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Cynical Suns
the moon had flesh, but i tore it away (exposure exposure) curiosity got the best of me i wanted to know if what i was dreaming about truly was something remarkable (i was wrong) the moon was a vessel full of nothingness a reflection of my heart, a destination of my soul learning desolation and craving the form of a black hole, my entire presence on this fuckall called earth is no longer tangible i am nothing we are all, nothing flesh and sadness walking this earth with a purpose that no one's truly been able to find none of us are anything except for temporary shreds of sanity that rot after a little while
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
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