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Flowery perfume, floats on the sound, Forcing its way out  From behind your teeth. The chemical that numbs our senses.   Now dead to the world, I sit alone in the dark, As your frosted window kills the sun. Let all my blood rush out my core, Don't freeze us, piece by piece, Thick and sluggish blood, Dead. With an ice cold heart. How noble, such a pretty face. That mask of porcelain and lace. Dressed high and mighty, It's no wonder why you fall So far.  Here on the ground, No grass, no soft silk to cushion the blow. We people, of dirt. Must learn to turn what's brown to clay. To cook from earth a bowl and plate. We survive, and we sing away the night. We make filthy our clothes, and lie in the sun. Lie in the sun and not to a face, Equivocate. You fill your words with grace. Justify your lie, prevaricate. Then ******** all over their face. Catch your flies with your brown honey. I'll burn away all the world's impurities, With the fire in my words. Nurse the damage, with  Cold hard truth. Build scar upon scar. Become new. Evolve.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
To Be Open Mouthed*
Flowery perfume, floats on the sound, Forcing its way out  From behind your teeth. The chemical that numbs our senses.   Now dead to the world, I sit alone in the dark, As your frosted window kills the sun. Let all my blood rush out my core, Don't freeze us, piece by piece, Thick and sluggish blood, Dead. With an ice cold heart. How noble, such a pretty face. That mask of porcelain and lace. Dressed high and mighty, It's no wonder why you fall So far.  Here on the ground, No grass, no soft silk to cushion the blow. We people, of dirt. Must learn to turn what's brown to clay. To cook from earth a bowl and plate. We survive, and we sing away the night. We make filthy our clothes, and lie in the sun. Lie in the sun and not to a face, Equivocate. You fill your words with grace. Justify your lie, prevaricate. Then ******** all over their face. Catch your flies with your brown honey. I'll burn away all the world's impurities, With the fire in my words. Nurse the damage, with  Cold hard truth. Build scar upon scar. Become new. Evolve.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
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