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There’s an eruption, as delicate as mid-teenagers’ jeans could topple its ugliness There’s an eruption, turning the streets and its cigarette butts upside down There’s an eruption, sprinkles of salt in every man’s heart, vivacious more than what it seems There’s an eruption, the veins of a business man is clogged as he watches the graph fall There’s an eruption, Hemingway; in another Earth called for a shooting spree all the way off to madness’ extinction There’s an eruption, the anxiety steams as some of us chokes down and digest the indigestible memories There’s an eruption, all over selected rooms of each suburban addresses and houses There’s an eruption, the words of some of us adhere serves as the thick barrier of revelations buried beneath the soils of turmoils and tumors residing inside our heads There’s an eruption, it keeps up, stops, breathes, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes; keeps up forever. . .
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Helena Bonham Carter
There’s an eruption, as delicate as mid-teenagers’ jeans could topple its ugliness There’s an eruption, turning the streets and its cigarette butts upside down There’s an eruption, sprinkles of salt in every man’s heart, vivacious more than what it seems There’s an eruption, the veins of a business man is clogged as he watches the graph fall There’s an eruption, Hemingway; in another Earth called for a shooting spree all the way off to madness’ extinction There’s an eruption, the anxiety steams as some of us chokes down and digest the indigestible memories There’s an eruption, all over selected rooms of each suburban addresses and houses There’s an eruption, the words of some of us adhere serves as the thick barrier of revelations buried beneath the soils of turmoils and tumors residing inside our heads There’s an eruption, it keeps up, stops, breathes, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes, keeps up, stops, stares, flashes; keeps up forever. . .
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
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