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the theft of your heart has no home. its only purpose is to be black or the dark background in one of Alex Grey's wonderful paintings the heist defined so sonorously by me the line which i am so concentrated to draw all that Value which i mistakenly placed upon your shoulders that night, you angels! that radiate through me... let me be your radiation, love, too and let me shoulder my transgressions i do it like Oppenheimer i glowed in the same strange sort of way always had such a romance for the poisonous, always had such a flame with the treacherous. "you went on for days, literally days and your words clotted up and we watched you pick at the scabs yes we wanted you to heal but you were picking at your scabs no one was really sure what the hell you were looking for." said pete i guess i'm alive to declare my own nation my very own universe and i get to tell you what i feel is creation and what is lost to heat death but you left me teetering, the apple of my eye you blue as summer skies why'd you take my breath away!? you left my tongue so desperate on top of the universe at any pause, you were so beautiful, ... i had to die.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Fire On My Tongue
the theft of your heart has no home. its only purpose is to be black or the dark background in one of Alex Grey's wonderful paintings the heist defined so sonorously by me the line which i am so concentrated to draw all that Value which i mistakenly placed upon your shoulders that night, you angels! that radiate through me... let me be your radiation, love, too and let me shoulder my transgressions i do it like Oppenheimer i glowed in the same strange sort of way always had such a romance for the poisonous, always had such a flame with the treacherous. "you went on for days, literally days and your words clotted up and we watched you pick at the scabs yes we wanted you to heal but you were picking at your scabs no one was really sure what the hell you were looking for." said pete i guess i'm alive to declare my own nation my very own universe and i get to tell you what i feel is creation and what is lost to heat death but you left me teetering, the apple of my eye you blue as summer skies why'd you take my breath away!? you left my tongue so desperate on top of the universe at any pause, you were so beautiful, ... i had to die.
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SometimesStar
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
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