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i wanna write write write write right until its dripping for more, until the paper is aching and begging and my burgundy guts are folded and mangled across that pristine page i want to be raw and obvious the world a witness to my pungent feeling, every wide eye dripping like my letters are chopped onions stinging i want to make the world drone with the mumblings of my soul i am bleeding recklessly onto these pages unable to stop: punctured and petrified with this passion, as the ocean recedes in fear that it will simply steam away. and then i walk, naked, wet and bear ***** under flickering fluorescent streetlamps that have seen more ***** deeds than my own hands i am merely a skeleton rattling down moaning alleyways breath white and stark like skin freshly slapped against the midnight of my mind. i will write till i am disrobed, till it has rocked me raw until the needle just plays static, until i am all shriveled like dried mango and a lone sun baked chili pepper, until it has eaten every piece of me, until the giantess of my words finds herself picking my own remains out of her teeth, until i am consumed by this burning this desire this raging WILD FIRE
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
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i wanna write write write write right until its dripping for more, until the paper is aching and begging and my burgundy guts are folded and mangled across that pristine page i want to be raw and obvious the world a witness to my pungent feeling, every wide eye dripping like my letters are chopped onions stinging i want to make the world drone with the mumblings of my soul i am bleeding recklessly onto these pages unable to stop: punctured and petrified with this passion, as the ocean recedes in fear that it will simply steam away. and then i walk, naked, wet and bear ***** under flickering fluorescent streetlamps that have seen more ***** deeds than my own hands i am merely a skeleton rattling down moaning alleyways breath white and stark like skin freshly slapped against the midnight of my mind. i will write till i am disrobed, till it has rocked me raw until the needle just plays static, until i am all shriveled like dried mango and a lone sun baked chili pepper, until it has eaten every piece of me, until the giantess of my words finds herself picking my own remains out of her teeth, until i am consumed by this burning this desire this raging WILD FIRE
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
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