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i trip my life on turpentine. i smoked my wife, she's clandestine. i woke up to a wall, of dust and a mirror shattered by these insisting dreams. everything is three -- i thought myself a pool of doubt, he bought my ego, cut in halves. i walked behind his flawless steps, covered in sweat. i flinched. i read a tale of the disintegration of a rowdy generation. a touch of a glimpse of her bare feet. and a single gray hair, coming out of her neck - trying to speak. i might've screamed. apples and oranges and almonds on a one way street. i read about the disintegration, of a vibration - within your chest. i think you're dead. you disagree! protesting my funeral, of a glimpse of your skin. i've lived on a fleet, of preachers and secret fighters -- dressed like ninjas and decaying in an utter rut. seiged by truth - and one correct turn to exit amongst shivers and loud moans flames & dirt loans creases and a handful of drones. i tripped my life on fastened seats. i smoked your hair, you're fast asleep.
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
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i trip my life on turpentine. i smoked my wife, she's clandestine. i woke up to a wall, of dust and a mirror shattered by these insisting dreams. everything is three -- i thought myself a pool of doubt, he bought my ego, cut in halves. i walked behind his flawless steps, covered in sweat. i flinched. i read a tale of the disintegration of a rowdy generation. a touch of a glimpse of her bare feet. and a single gray hair, coming out of her neck - trying to speak. i might've screamed. apples and oranges and almonds on a one way street. i read about the disintegration, of a vibration - within your chest. i think you're dead. you disagree! protesting my funeral, of a glimpse of your skin. i've lived on a fleet, of preachers and secret fighters -- dressed like ninjas and decaying in an utter rut. seiged by truth - and one correct turn to exit amongst shivers and loud moans flames & dirt loans creases and a handful of drones. i tripped my life on fastened seats. i smoked your hair, you're fast asleep.
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rasha-omer
Sudanese
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
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