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counting tiles and the time we have left pt 1 when i don’t hear back from you i get worried my heart gets hopped up on adrenaline getting ready for all the crazy thoughts and unformidable daymares to unfold in my mind i brace myself for the unknown my mind that wild thing i never seem to be able to control counting tiles and the time we have left pt 2 i imagine you laying toy like on your glass dining room table the sacred red syrup pouring out your jugular staining the fabric table mats your mom got from a friend it was a funny story counting tiles and the time we have left pt 3 i imagine your mother coming home and the shrill shriek that every weakling at a funeral breaks down to counting tiles and the time we have left pt 4 i imagine hearing about it and taking my hair and cutting it all off running until my lungs would collapse making me cheeks sting from the tears that’d become frozen escaping from my ducts the same way you slipped through my grasp with such ease like like.. counting tiles and the time we have left pt 5 i imagine waking up that next morning wishing you took me with you my petite hands clasping the sheets above my head trying to hide from the inevitable yes i’d never be the same.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
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counting tiles and the time we have left pt 1 when i don’t hear back from you i get worried my heart gets hopped up on adrenaline getting ready for all the crazy thoughts and unformidable daymares to unfold in my mind i brace myself for the unknown my mind that wild thing i never seem to be able to control counting tiles and the time we have left pt 2 i imagine you laying toy like on your glass dining room table the sacred red syrup pouring out your jugular staining the fabric table mats your mom got from a friend it was a funny story counting tiles and the time we have left pt 3 i imagine your mother coming home and the shrill shriek that every weakling at a funeral breaks down to counting tiles and the time we have left pt 4 i imagine hearing about it and taking my hair and cutting it all off running until my lungs would collapse making me cheeks sting from the tears that’d become frozen escaping from my ducts the same way you slipped through my grasp with such ease like like.. counting tiles and the time we have left pt 5 i imagine waking up that next morning wishing you took me with you my petite hands clasping the sheets above my head trying to hide from the inevitable yes i’d never be the same.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
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