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I as in *********** year's worth of body coursework; four seasons of education Mind wandering; frustration of the Inguina Liquids expanding, collapsing, rising, falling action upon action between two bodies I as in wake up tomorrow, alone in an empty room filled with tiny silences; an open space mass; atoms the size of wet noodles Inhale this lust, mate, breed, open mouth surgery I as in can't take much more death is calling; carry on this legacy, a past riddled with scars, bequeathed upon your innocence this agony.
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Baby's Last Word
I as in *********** year's worth of body coursework; four seasons of education Mind wandering; frustration of the Inguina Liquids expanding, collapsing, rising, falling action upon action between two bodies I as in wake up tomorrow, alone in an empty room filled with tiny silences; an open space mass; atoms the size of wet noodles Inhale this lust, mate, breed, open mouth surgery I as in can't take much more death is calling; carry on this legacy, a past riddled with scars, bequeathed upon your innocence this agony.
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
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