the fire the burns the scraping away
the meat the pink the bruises
you
the coals the blood the artery
the pulsing the rhythm the dirt
are
the hallucinations the strangling the hold
the unbearable the rust the nails
not
the ***** the pulling the heat
the pumping the stretching the lips
what
the ******* the magic the death
the waste the freak the wild
you
the wings the mess the struggle
the danger the light the nobility
wish
the limits the explorer the calm
the unruly the time the definition
to
the ****** the pain the cutting
the lie the tremble the sweet
be
the words the smoke the eyes
the grasping the want the now
.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
the fire the burns the scraping away
the meat the pink the bruises
you
the coals the blood the artery
the pulsing the rhythm the dirt
are
the hallucinations the strangling the hold
the unbearable the rust the nails
not
the ***** the pulling the heat
the pumping the stretching the lips
what
the ******* the magic the death
the waste the freak the wild
you
the wings the mess the struggle
the danger the light the nobility
wish
the limits the explorer the calm
the unruly the time the definition
to
the ****** the pain the cutting
the lie the tremble the sweet
be
the words the smoke the eyes
the grasping the want the now
.
So many people, so many moments, so many memories. Or maybe it's all my imagination. Or something I once heard...a story somebody once told me...
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