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Orange peels, an overstuffed ash-tray, empty wrappers, for those capsules that wake & then those that hypnotise. Swallow smoke. That bitter black drink, keeps me confident, that I’m alive. My heart rattles in its calcium cage. Despite the voice that beckons “Why go on?” The looking glass lies I feel like holding my breath until I burst… I feel like wasting away. Let me shrink Let me fade away. Or pass in some spectacular manner Orange peels, Cigarette butts, Missed phone calls. ***** sheets. Trembling up to my fingertips. A seamless motion- hand to mouth Always hand to mouth These are my props, this is my performance in permenance. Oh how I grow tired Of singing the same old song. Oh how I grow tired of singing
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
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Orange peels, an overstuffed ash-tray, empty wrappers, for those capsules that wake & then those that hypnotise. Swallow smoke. That bitter black drink, keeps me confident, that I’m alive. My heart rattles in its calcium cage. Despite the voice that beckons “Why go on?” The looking glass lies I feel like holding my breath until I burst… I feel like wasting away. Let me shrink Let me fade away. Or pass in some spectacular manner Orange peels, Cigarette butts, Missed phone calls. ***** sheets. Trembling up to my fingertips. A seamless motion- hand to mouth Always hand to mouth These are my props, this is my performance in permenance. Oh how I grow tired Of singing the same old song. Oh how I grow tired of singing
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
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