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The furniture of complacency comes burdened with Eyeshadow & Mercurial past-idlings/ I have no theatrics to share with you dear Eccept the sidewalk for all its smoke, Accept my heart for all its dust Nervous flames of a violet under close inspection Deemed too upset for office countertops! (I will avail you of the screaming that goes on here) Machinery of white sleep Surrounded by freckles & laughing That makes the headboard shake/there is drunken quarrel on the street There is pacifying the horror of someone's misgivings ! Everything in its place like a jewelled Skylight or the hallway aroma of stale cake & a hundred starving dogs quiver at the sight of you (the sea decides that it doesn't want to **** anyone again             my shoes are starting to wear down        The ********** mouth of the sea is sorry        Is so sorry for all those it drowned         The lion cloaked in laurel caged at the center of the sea       Is growing old       & sick with innocence)      Bloodied flowers crown her hair and shy roots remember the wars of her thickened heart      The softness behind her ears like spots of April honey           (A veteran of what we are capable of inflicting on each other!)      I know the stench of the sidewalk, Mirrors do translate the language of thoughts/                      Remedies are concocted under invisible snow                      (mist & directionless droplets make clear the sky and                      The whole temporary palace of                      Picketed clouds,                      A visual hurdy gurdy) In darkroom tone- We, resigned to another daybreak In seeking the holy flowerbed-      Do smear our kissing words to      Lipless leaves      & mournful faces
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
"Sleep as though you are in the middle of nowhere, and yet still at the center of everything!"
The furniture of complacency comes burdened with Eyeshadow & Mercurial past-idlings/ I have no theatrics to share with you dear Eccept the sidewalk for all its smoke, Accept my heart for all its dust Nervous flames of a violet under close inspection Deemed too upset for office countertops! (I will avail you of the screaming that goes on here) Machinery of white sleep Surrounded by freckles & laughing That makes the headboard shake/there is drunken quarrel on the street There is pacifying the horror of someone's misgivings ! Everything in its place like a jewelled Skylight or the hallway aroma of stale cake & a hundred starving dogs quiver at the sight of you (the sea decides that it doesn't want to **** anyone again             my shoes are starting to wear down        The ********** mouth of the sea is sorry        Is so sorry for all those it drowned         The lion cloaked in laurel caged at the center of the sea       Is growing old       & sick with innocence)      Bloodied flowers crown her hair and shy roots remember the wars of her thickened heart      The softness behind her ears like spots of April honey           (A veteran of what we are capable of inflicting on each other!)      I know the stench of the sidewalk, Mirrors do translate the language of thoughts/                      Remedies are concocted under invisible snow                      (mist & directionless droplets make clear the sky and                      The whole temporary palace of                      Picketed clouds,                      A visual hurdy gurdy) In darkroom tone- We, resigned to another daybreak In seeking the holy flowerbed-      Do smear our kissing words to      Lipless leaves      & mournful faces
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
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