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some people have battle plans others have battle cries I mostly have dreams of two wet hands wrangling the dumb flesh of fish bodies from the church of Youth the child warriors wanting to hide in our pictures I’m only a spy of the soul infiltrating the office with my lines of paint and type hiding behind a curtain of hair and a coffee cup in the elevator praying the ties and heels won’t ask me about the weather or how my morning is going the clock- captor, friend my right eye is forever dedicated my window faces only the broken face of a letdown building where no one shifts only owning the hallow just a mirror of my grey skin the fluorescent buzzes I’m waiting for the sky to fall drawing it out on stolen stationary passing the time only it’s passing me eventually it’s all headaches and the non-flavor of used gum (I chewed it too long again) I have a tiny whole carved into the wall and I’ve been leaving S.O.S in bottles and my bed sheet ladder is nearly reaching the lawn and beyond that I know I can finally be the animal I’ve always dreamt of being I think I’ll **** on every heel and tie I see.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
who trapped me here
some people have battle plans others have battle cries I mostly have dreams of two wet hands wrangling the dumb flesh of fish bodies from the church of Youth the child warriors wanting to hide in our pictures I’m only a spy of the soul infiltrating the office with my lines of paint and type hiding behind a curtain of hair and a coffee cup in the elevator praying the ties and heels won’t ask me about the weather or how my morning is going the clock- captor, friend my right eye is forever dedicated my window faces only the broken face of a letdown building where no one shifts only owning the hallow just a mirror of my grey skin the fluorescent buzzes I’m waiting for the sky to fall drawing it out on stolen stationary passing the time only it’s passing me eventually it’s all headaches and the non-flavor of used gum (I chewed it too long again) I have a tiny whole carved into the wall and I’ve been leaving S.O.S in bottles and my bed sheet ladder is nearly reaching the lawn and beyond that I know I can finally be the animal I’ve always dreamt of being I think I’ll **** on every heel and tie I see.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
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