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lean boys with bruised skin line the walls— he turns; last five dollars already to the funhouse manager (thank you, ma'am) he reminds himself not to inhale, for fear that he will remember the emptiness of the carpet beneath his feet and in his throat and in his eyes indulging worst nightmares seemed like a better idea on the fields of the fairground, where he couldn't escape shifting eyes and spun pink silk and the bloating in the photos that the medical examiner took when his body washed up onshore he is surrounded when his eyes are closed, with the water by the beach, inhaling like he'll never breathe again and he breathes you in, you in every state of matter melted eyes and cheap cologne; and he is drenched in the molasses voice he knew in another life, before before when he was young and glittering when he was untouchable immortal the mirrors reflect luxury in the form of decent highs and indecent clothes and movement in the night as they never stop; heaven to africa, and not back again
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
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lean boys with bruised skin line the walls— he turns; last five dollars already to the funhouse manager (thank you, ma'am) he reminds himself not to inhale, for fear that he will remember the emptiness of the carpet beneath his feet and in his throat and in his eyes indulging worst nightmares seemed like a better idea on the fields of the fairground, where he couldn't escape shifting eyes and spun pink silk and the bloating in the photos that the medical examiner took when his body washed up onshore he is surrounded when his eyes are closed, with the water by the beach, inhaling like he'll never breathe again and he breathes you in, you in every state of matter melted eyes and cheap cologne; and he is drenched in the molasses voice he knew in another life, before before when he was young and glittering when he was untouchable immortal the mirrors reflect luxury in the form of decent highs and indecent clothes and movement in the night as they never stop; heaven to africa, and not back again
i promise this is. not who it sounds like its about. i mean maybe it is but listen i can explain i swear im not that much of a loser
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