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pebbles over the eyes beautiful vacancies and folded hands our true home land of inanimate flesh gray skin in sunken grave beds and operas theater of mice while tumbled hair still grows we are already dead waiting for the flaming barge necropolis; to shuttle seas raven vanishing point age; a slow erasure the mind still wreathed into the torrents of life morals transmute into desires lost every inhalation a going going gone the only savage kisses; crypt tongues slow unwinding allusions of a destiny abandoned forgotten   from niggling chatter and the price of a chicken bathing in a tide pool abyss of inked black teas i hold fast losing steps a worn animal, waiting till sanctuary comes
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
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pebbles over the eyes beautiful vacancies and folded hands our true home land of inanimate flesh gray skin in sunken grave beds and operas theater of mice while tumbled hair still grows we are already dead waiting for the flaming barge necropolis; to shuttle seas raven vanishing point age; a slow erasure the mind still wreathed into the torrents of life morals transmute into desires lost every inhalation a going going gone the only savage kisses; crypt tongues slow unwinding allusions of a destiny abandoned forgotten   from niggling chatter and the price of a chicken bathing in a tide pool abyss of inked black teas i hold fast losing steps a worn animal, waiting till sanctuary comes
#death#and#age#thanatos
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
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