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She counts down from a hundred to one, Clutching her love like a crutch. He fumbles, Hunting for his hunger. They blot out doubt And muster up their trust "I'm fine" she cries, As a child dies. He learns, He spits in her gritted eyes. She reminds him that they're dying, Burning while they turn Spinning in his sheets Struggling to breathe Smuggling their dreams In apologetic sweat And ***** epithets The infant actors beg for ****** Whispering the wishes that are listed in the script Quoting moans that catch on choking throats Pleading for release Reading of futility And mutual defeat Delivering a finish In pillowed soliloquys Adolescent in the stillness Adolescent in the heat Adolescent in the promise Adolescent in belief She stutters love in ****** butterflies On his rasping chest As he gasps for breath. She grasps at death, While he grabs a cigarette. Cast away in brackish blanket seas They wrap themselves in fallacies And laugh at their realities: The cult of love belongs to Morpheus And adulthood is an orphanage
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Dysfunction
She counts down from a hundred to one, Clutching her love like a crutch. He fumbles, Hunting for his hunger. They blot out doubt And muster up their trust "I'm fine" she cries, As a child dies. He learns, He spits in her gritted eyes. She reminds him that they're dying, Burning while they turn Spinning in his sheets Struggling to breathe Smuggling their dreams In apologetic sweat And ***** epithets The infant actors beg for ****** Whispering the wishes that are listed in the script Quoting moans that catch on choking throats Pleading for release Reading of futility And mutual defeat Delivering a finish In pillowed soliloquys Adolescent in the stillness Adolescent in the heat Adolescent in the promise Adolescent in belief She stutters love in ****** butterflies On his rasping chest As he gasps for breath. She grasps at death, While he grabs a cigarette. Cast away in brackish blanket seas They wrap themselves in fallacies And laugh at their realities: The cult of love belongs to Morpheus And adulthood is an orphanage
Inspired by "Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst" by Kendrick Lamar
#love#romance#rap#kendrick
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
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