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so that's how you do it? yes. this is me lying in the middle of a road, waiting for his headlights to erupt with effervescence. i bet he's great at casting shadows in high definition. weird, i know. this, my latest concussion, rings like drowning. i was a city boy b4 i was her. i was a butterfly b4 there was a warning sign. this, this precision, like that word for wet earth smell i hate. don't say it, we're empty. don't say it, let's talk about your **** this is not how the body withers on the vine. talk about exonerating the body. talk about abusing the body w/ electricity and sterling obituaries. so this is how the body tells time? asks the alien of fortitude. yes. it plays euchre with dark haired men; it turns seconds into months revolving around the mind bending neverness that the body avoids at all costs. it turns love into a stew of rabbit and radish and dandelion stems. the body turns stretch marks into fishing nets, it curls its own fingers inward under the rib to feign being held. so that's how you do it? asks the alien of fortitude. yes. you lay your body in the middle of the road and you pray like hell it's the tall suit of armor that runs you over, and you pray that he recognizes you; you pray that his glass of water isn't empty yet.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
How the body falls without a sound
so that's how you do it? yes. this is me lying in the middle of a road, waiting for his headlights to erupt with effervescence. i bet he's great at casting shadows in high definition. weird, i know. this, my latest concussion, rings like drowning. i was a city boy b4 i was her. i was a butterfly b4 there was a warning sign. this, this precision, like that word for wet earth smell i hate. don't say it, we're empty. don't say it, let's talk about your **** this is not how the body withers on the vine. talk about exonerating the body. talk about abusing the body w/ electricity and sterling obituaries. so this is how the body tells time? asks the alien of fortitude. yes. it plays euchre with dark haired men; it turns seconds into months revolving around the mind bending neverness that the body avoids at all costs. it turns love into a stew of rabbit and radish and dandelion stems. the body turns stretch marks into fishing nets, it curls its own fingers inward under the rib to feign being held. so that's how you do it? asks the alien of fortitude. yes. you lay your body in the middle of the road and you pray like hell it's the tall suit of armor that runs you over, and you pray that he recognizes you; you pray that his glass of water isn't empty yet.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
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