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And I swallow metaphoric medication Until they burn down my throat And similes are like cereal for breakfast With which I refuse to partake My words bleed out Personifying my grief Hyperbole is too big a mass I can explain It would take years to finish Would roses choked in thorns be a symbol of oppression Or a nature of destruction in beauty Take me to the emergency room I'm sick of this language I speak
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
Language, dear
And I swallow metaphoric medication Until they burn down my throat And similes are like cereal for breakfast With which I refuse to partake My words bleed out Personifying my grief Hyperbole is too big a mass I can explain It would take years to finish Would roses choked in thorns be a symbol of oppression Or a nature of destruction in beauty Take me to the emergency room I'm sick of this language I speak
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
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