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somewhere we might be beautiful at the interruptions of light or the cross sections of earth or now we’re all faded in the sun dried out and tossed away back into the basket like someone else’s ***** laundry and someone else is coming to fold us over again we’re barebacked in a black hole resemblance just ******* the light out of the laughter kissing the nothingness off our skin try as i might i can’t get the taste of tragedy out of my mouth you and all the lullabies in languages i can’t fathom i have no idea what the hell you’ve been saying all this time but it sure sounded nice like a nocturne for the nobodies, the forgotten as a body politic so fall back outta the spaces between us i’m just trying to warn you of the curves ahead of the caustic lovers curated by the utter carelessness the words are falling from your hands in the form of snowballs chucking away the weight of what you believe about this world we hurl ourselves at the wind under the precept that it’ll hurt less to think about the things wilting underneath three inches of a solution melting away with the rest of us
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
three inches of a solution
somewhere we might be beautiful at the interruptions of light or the cross sections of earth or now we’re all faded in the sun dried out and tossed away back into the basket like someone else’s ***** laundry and someone else is coming to fold us over again we’re barebacked in a black hole resemblance just ******* the light out of the laughter kissing the nothingness off our skin try as i might i can’t get the taste of tragedy out of my mouth you and all the lullabies in languages i can’t fathom i have no idea what the hell you’ve been saying all this time but it sure sounded nice like a nocturne for the nobodies, the forgotten as a body politic so fall back outta the spaces between us i’m just trying to warn you of the curves ahead of the caustic lovers curated by the utter carelessness the words are falling from your hands in the form of snowballs chucking away the weight of what you believe about this world we hurl ourselves at the wind under the precept that it’ll hurt less to think about the things wilting underneath three inches of a solution melting away with the rest of us
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
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