it wasn't me that you spoke to
it was a poor copy-
i'm sorry I didn't hold your hand
but, diamonds burn my skin
especially the kinds of diamonds that soldiers can afford
I wanted to eat you alive,
don't get me wrong.
Immediately after you left
aussitot apres
I realized your language is not as beautiful as they say it is
and I discovered that the curvature of the earth is partial to those who can never stop running away.
it made me sick,
a lot sicker than the bourban and the patches of arbitrary fog liberating I-35.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 8:54 AM UTC
it wasn't me that you spoke to
it was a poor copy-
i'm sorry I didn't hold your hand
but, diamonds burn my skin
especially the kinds of diamonds that soldiers can afford
I wanted to eat you alive,
don't get me wrong.
Immediately after you left
aussitot apres
I realized your language is not as beautiful as they say it is
and I discovered that the curvature of the earth is partial to those who can never stop running away.
it made me sick,
a lot sicker than the bourban and the patches of arbitrary fog liberating I-35.
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