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Concave in the early morning sun streaking rays over empty hearts empty stomachs empty bones and I listen lawn mower mumbles motor groans faint siren yelps what is fullness a dog stretching long yawn withering breaks and aches brown sheets black dog purple walls years have been spent learning how to suffer gracefully with cliched humor bleeding sarcasm and a mouth full of synthetic words and we all suffer distressed I see anger bandaging wounds sadness assessing damages grief losing hope helplessly watching ignore me it's easy. young hearts are reckless a car crash broken glass glittering and stunning can’t help but reach out and touch it still startled when it cuts blood bubbles to the surface like hot springs please unsubscribe unfollow hollow how low late nights patterned sleeplessness hot air cold thoughts sweat glistening Sleeplessness train sounds off quick secessions and the breathing is off Rhythm I am a word that has no vowels but a 'Y' is what it needs to be when it needs to be it. Stutter.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
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Concave in the early morning sun streaking rays over empty hearts empty stomachs empty bones and I listen lawn mower mumbles motor groans faint siren yelps what is fullness a dog stretching long yawn withering breaks and aches brown sheets black dog purple walls years have been spent learning how to suffer gracefully with cliched humor bleeding sarcasm and a mouth full of synthetic words and we all suffer distressed I see anger bandaging wounds sadness assessing damages grief losing hope helplessly watching ignore me it's easy. young hearts are reckless a car crash broken glass glittering and stunning can’t help but reach out and touch it still startled when it cuts blood bubbles to the surface like hot springs please unsubscribe unfollow hollow how low late nights patterned sleeplessness hot air cold thoughts sweat glistening Sleeplessness train sounds off quick secessions and the breathing is off Rhythm I am a word that has no vowels but a 'Y' is what it needs to be when it needs to be it. Stutter.
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TyMann
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
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