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skin broke bone cracked at an angle you watch thoughtfully as my arm bends and i'm still feeling thankful. your eyes hold tight, and steady my ears are thumping with a tremor this isn't a one time error this is merely an example. i'll just push on through cause what else can i do pretend i saw the lightning-strike turn hard around a sycamore i'll meet you soon at lover's lane, for a quarrel. i'm holding down but there's no ground game left the sky is tossing and turning and i saw the lightning bend around a sycamore, i think i can't feel my teeth am i doing this right? adrenaline burnt by bylines takes my mind to the moon and back fears giving way to days dripping like years shove a fist in my death-crammed jaw pray to wake up safely ignore the crack in the sky pray to wake up safely something nice about a day job to get away from it all something about long sleeves that are nice enough to cover yesterday but i can still hear the thunder slapping with my busted ears.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Lover's Lane, For a Quarrel
skin broke bone cracked at an angle you watch thoughtfully as my arm bends and i'm still feeling thankful. your eyes hold tight, and steady my ears are thumping with a tremor this isn't a one time error this is merely an example. i'll just push on through cause what else can i do pretend i saw the lightning-strike turn hard around a sycamore i'll meet you soon at lover's lane, for a quarrel. i'm holding down but there's no ground game left the sky is tossing and turning and i saw the lightning bend around a sycamore, i think i can't feel my teeth am i doing this right? adrenaline burnt by bylines takes my mind to the moon and back fears giving way to days dripping like years shove a fist in my death-crammed jaw pray to wake up safely ignore the crack in the sky pray to wake up safely something nice about a day job to get away from it all something about long sleeves that are nice enough to cover yesterday but i can still hear the thunder slapping with my busted ears.
the dictionary definition of abuse is the improper use of something (stealing a couple phrases from Nicky Wish again, appropriation is the most sincere form of flattery)
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
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