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Words Brittle rings transcending silence in offer (An offering) To offer up trust They break in the moment you speak To offer your life: Foolish. like all the rest broke me I look forward to secretly building co-dependence Just to disassemble what you thought you held I'll drain your breath Words explode and shred They fly, genuine, from lips I'll lock with in pretend Under bus stop signs you stoop to kiss with the impression I won't leave you gasping, gaspless Burn Folded paper if you feel they weren't heartfelt (Emulating) The offer of rust Heard from a wet weak heart's keening I offer it love Hoping share of my warm blood brings All pretense that lies in your depths spiraled to the surface Hope then showing like pustules I'll crush each head I'll drain it out Slash rampant like the knife unleashes In fingers soft, skin taut to the bone There is night to find Slash rampant like the knife unleashes In fingers young, keys tuned to one note And you can be the prey But you don't have to be
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
"Gaspless"
Words Brittle rings transcending silence in offer (An offering) To offer up trust They break in the moment you speak To offer your life: Foolish. like all the rest broke me I look forward to secretly building co-dependence Just to disassemble what you thought you held I'll drain your breath Words explode and shred They fly, genuine, from lips I'll lock with in pretend Under bus stop signs you stoop to kiss with the impression I won't leave you gasping, gaspless Burn Folded paper if you feel they weren't heartfelt (Emulating) The offer of rust Heard from a wet weak heart's keening I offer it love Hoping share of my warm blood brings All pretense that lies in your depths spiraled to the surface Hope then showing like pustules I'll crush each head I'll drain it out Slash rampant like the knife unleashes In fingers soft, skin taut to the bone There is night to find Slash rampant like the knife unleashes In fingers young, keys tuned to one note And you can be the prey But you don't have to be
jaymisun-kearney
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
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