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There are times where I don't have to carefully construct metaphorical honey glaze I can just slide my mottled skin from out of this tagged and tattered shell and say, "I'm just as thirsty as any of you" These strange dichotomies, of shyness and openness hatred of self, and longing to lift the self up to heights craving peace, yet seeking disorder If my cells could vote there would be a recount and then another and another another perpetually cyclical self-realization. Such a frustrating way to absorb you, through the intuitive tunnels clogged with judgmental plaque and grimy windows that only allow flushes of dusty yellow to emit. Loneliness bites, yet I seek the wisdom only blessed by meditation and introspective psychedelic meanderings. Lovers split your ribs, yet my eyes quest endlessly for you. These strange dichotomies, pepper and salt my atrophic throat until I entertain a curious gaze instead.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
Thirsty
There are times where I don't have to carefully construct metaphorical honey glaze I can just slide my mottled skin from out of this tagged and tattered shell and say, "I'm just as thirsty as any of you" These strange dichotomies, of shyness and openness hatred of self, and longing to lift the self up to heights craving peace, yet seeking disorder If my cells could vote there would be a recount and then another and another another perpetually cyclical self-realization. Such a frustrating way to absorb you, through the intuitive tunnels clogged with judgmental plaque and grimy windows that only allow flushes of dusty yellow to emit. Loneliness bites, yet I seek the wisdom only blessed by meditation and introspective psychedelic meanderings. Lovers split your ribs, yet my eyes quest endlessly for you. These strange dichotomies, pepper and salt my atrophic throat until I entertain a curious gaze instead.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
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