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you always come home with this armor like your hiding this great big jug of happiness in there. is this image of her a one sided mirror? or her bed time clothings reflection? cutting out the curves, leaving only the armor and these shaking words 'explain yourself! your eyes are dull they must glimmer for someone else!' you are a shell within a shell a self-sufficient snail judging by the oxygen packs strapped on your back you're too good for this pollution turning her lungs a midnight black and you wear it well a chest with no heartbeats only clicks and beeps absent minded messages home to the mothership but she can see through you, 'just be gone like a demon back to Nibiru. circle the sun. your path now altered in degrees. but from your caustic debris, your persisting memory, still orbits me as a moon, making me drunk and dizzy. so still i must insist you leave me.' and so you do with your jug of happiness successfully guarded still intact you are a fortress a dam holding back the ravenous waters you cant share with the indigenous people here your head floating up in the atmosphere an unfamilar creature safe inside the walls of your space suit armor.
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Stray Hairs and The Interplanetary Affairs
you always come home with this armor like your hiding this great big jug of happiness in there. is this image of her a one sided mirror? or her bed time clothings reflection? cutting out the curves, leaving only the armor and these shaking words 'explain yourself! your eyes are dull they must glimmer for someone else!' you are a shell within a shell a self-sufficient snail judging by the oxygen packs strapped on your back you're too good for this pollution turning her lungs a midnight black and you wear it well a chest with no heartbeats only clicks and beeps absent minded messages home to the mothership but she can see through you, 'just be gone like a demon back to Nibiru. circle the sun. your path now altered in degrees. but from your caustic debris, your persisting memory, still orbits me as a moon, making me drunk and dizzy. so still i must insist you leave me.' and so you do with your jug of happiness successfully guarded still intact you are a fortress a dam holding back the ravenous waters you cant share with the indigenous people here your head floating up in the atmosphere an unfamilar creature safe inside the walls of your space suit armor.
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craig-reynolds
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
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