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i have sandpaper for eyes you cant see because im blind no-one draws near no-one escapes notice empty shells of conversations scattered like spent bullets on a battlefield useless to stem the tide so they retreat away from the dull grinding my eyes are sandpaper slowly grinding away the walls that contain me she loads death with care into the device she is *** she is warm redheaded lust she is life and death loading a spike beggers bones and they shuffle off nineteen dollar bills its twenty dude not a dime less thoughts and plans are well heeled till they hit the pavement all ways said the road sorts the ******** from the true i see them wince when they meet my gaze nearsighted apologetic polite criminals they gather in the lighted end of the corridor feeling confident that the darkness would consume them then from the safety of this fortress of light the release the details that should confound you into silence my eyes are sandpaper slowly grinding away the borders that contain me madness is not their only symptom a fever breaks loose and sweats in the complexity's of the wheels within wheels i cannot bear that this place should be the end this dry barren place you cant see because im blind
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
sandpaper
i have sandpaper for eyes you cant see because im blind no-one draws near no-one escapes notice empty shells of conversations scattered like spent bullets on a battlefield useless to stem the tide so they retreat away from the dull grinding my eyes are sandpaper slowly grinding away the walls that contain me she loads death with care into the device she is *** she is warm redheaded lust she is life and death loading a spike beggers bones and they shuffle off nineteen dollar bills its twenty dude not a dime less thoughts and plans are well heeled till they hit the pavement all ways said the road sorts the ******** from the true i see them wince when they meet my gaze nearsighted apologetic polite criminals they gather in the lighted end of the corridor feeling confident that the darkness would consume them then from the safety of this fortress of light the release the details that should confound you into silence my eyes are sandpaper slowly grinding away the borders that contain me madness is not their only symptom a fever breaks loose and sweats in the complexity's of the wheels within wheels i cannot bear that this place should be the end this dry barren place you cant see because im blind
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
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