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you are not the roar you are the whimpers the crook necked panting your skin melding with other skins learning new ways of exalting (holiness or blasphemy-- i don’t know.) you are not the water you are not the water you are not the water you are the wine a drink, half served, half severed. you are not the tired reminder you are the action the moment meant to be remembered. i think it only makes sense that i give up and kiss away the last memory of being human.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
after venus selenite's "kyo"
you are not the roar you are the whimpers the crook necked panting your skin melding with other skins learning new ways of exalting (holiness or blasphemy-- i don’t know.) you are not the water you are not the water you are not the water you are the wine a drink, half served, half severed. you are not the tired reminder you are the action the moment meant to be remembered. i think it only makes sense that i give up and kiss away the last memory of being human.
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15/F/maryland
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
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