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I knew her in youth's folly; The fumbling hands, The tumbling wills, The limbs entwined kind of peace; The dinner glances, The unbridled dances, Commando skirts, Deep knee squats, What one thinks But will not say. I've screamed into an empty barrel, Ran barefoot where I shouldn't, Slid rusty things under my nails, Touched my eyes with sharp sticks, Ground my teeth with electric power, Scorched my skin beneath the shower, Turned informer on closest friends; Drank turpentine and kerosene, Mercury and gasoline, Tore my skin, rend my entrails, And other parts clearly unseen. Include, if you wish, An immortal soul. My spirit, ****** as well. Call the prayer, sound a bell. That was heaven, Now is hell.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
****** If I Do
I knew her in youth's folly; The fumbling hands, The tumbling wills, The limbs entwined kind of peace; The dinner glances, The unbridled dances, Commando skirts, Deep knee squats, What one thinks But will not say. I've screamed into an empty barrel, Ran barefoot where I shouldn't, Slid rusty things under my nails, Touched my eyes with sharp sticks, Ground my teeth with electric power, Scorched my skin beneath the shower, Turned informer on closest friends; Drank turpentine and kerosene, Mercury and gasoline, Tore my skin, rend my entrails, And other parts clearly unseen. Include, if you wish, An immortal soul. My spirit, ****** as well. Call the prayer, sound a bell. That was heaven, Now is hell.
Only now.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
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