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my body lays flat on the bed a body part pointing to each of the four world corners my sky a light oak tree ceiling Lana Del Rey is on the radio the thoughts How does she understand me so well? How come I’ve never felt like that before? occur and intertwine at the same time the way she shares a little piece of her soul her wandering, capricious, lusting soul it’s beautiful I want to be able to do that too I wonder which part of the body holds the soul? first I cut my toe off my curiosity simply took over my foot quickly following along a rush floods over me a leg must lend it’s life then a finger my right arm my collarbones could be used as drumsticks there are no drums in the song my left hand is taken apart one finger at a time I cut down the lifeline I watch the blood spill out it stops and I heave my shoulder joints next my eyes are up I rip them out and turn them 180 degrees so they stare into the sockets they left behind eyes are after all said to be the window to the soul I guess they aren’t the ears are next in line the other leg I cut the skin on my throat into star shaped pieces they sned down onto the gray carpet like alphabeat pasta snow my nose lands atop my foot it’s a strange sight why you call them apple cheeks I don’t know they just look like bald rats to me my stomach I slice open along the scar I got the summer I crawled into a spruce tree and caught a broken branch on my way down left to itself my heart lays flat on the bed Lana Del Rey is on the radio a body part pointing to each of the four world corners my sky a light oak tree ceiling I didn’t find my soul only blood nerve strings pulsing muscle a liver two kidneys among other things maybe the soul isn’t connected to the body maybe it doesn't matter because I feel whole I feel like I’m in one piece.
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
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my body lays flat on the bed a body part pointing to each of the four world corners my sky a light oak tree ceiling Lana Del Rey is on the radio the thoughts How does she understand me so well? How come I’ve never felt like that before? occur and intertwine at the same time the way she shares a little piece of her soul her wandering, capricious, lusting soul it’s beautiful I want to be able to do that too I wonder which part of the body holds the soul? first I cut my toe off my curiosity simply took over my foot quickly following along a rush floods over me a leg must lend it’s life then a finger my right arm my collarbones could be used as drumsticks there are no drums in the song my left hand is taken apart one finger at a time I cut down the lifeline I watch the blood spill out it stops and I heave my shoulder joints next my eyes are up I rip them out and turn them 180 degrees so they stare into the sockets they left behind eyes are after all said to be the window to the soul I guess they aren’t the ears are next in line the other leg I cut the skin on my throat into star shaped pieces they sned down onto the gray carpet like alphabeat pasta snow my nose lands atop my foot it’s a strange sight why you call them apple cheeks I don’t know they just look like bald rats to me my stomach I slice open along the scar I got the summer I crawled into a spruce tree and caught a broken branch on my way down left to itself my heart lays flat on the bed Lana Del Rey is on the radio a body part pointing to each of the four world corners my sky a light oak tree ceiling I didn’t find my soul only blood nerve strings pulsing muscle a liver two kidneys among other things maybe the soul isn’t connected to the body maybe it doesn't matter because I feel whole I feel like I’m in one piece.
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Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
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