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Slumped and grumpy. Soft and ugly. God’s at the end of my bed. I rolled around And lost my head. God’s at the end of my bed. The farthest I could be. They fake ******* Dust’s collecting in a box. All alone I taste my teeth. Lonely tongue Itching sores On the back of your neck, Surfacing amongst silk Far, far way. Entangled comings That spread through static I hope are lost. I hope you’re lost Running over follicles, Allowing them to breathe And drip. God is at the end of my bed. I lose my head. God is at the end of my bed. I take his head. The closest we could be.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Who’s In Your Skin?
Slumped and grumpy. Soft and ugly. God’s at the end of my bed. I rolled around And lost my head. God’s at the end of my bed. The farthest I could be. They fake ******* Dust’s collecting in a box. All alone I taste my teeth. Lonely tongue Itching sores On the back of your neck, Surfacing amongst silk Far, far way. Entangled comings That spread through static I hope are lost. I hope you’re lost Running over follicles, Allowing them to breathe And drip. God is at the end of my bed. I lose my head. God is at the end of my bed. I take his head. The closest we could be.
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tylerb5
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
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