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Some smokey memory hidden in a deep recess reminds me death is a friend I so crave that light I’ve known That night I pounded the floorboards curled my body around leg chairs clung to my mothers old womb crying to the moon shouting questions silently why… Why… WHY?! Sprouted from your womb, I wish to return growing from your consciousness I wish to dissolve I was a fire in the eye eyeless in its completeness vision in its blankess burn through me burn me whole
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Some smokey memory....
Some smokey memory hidden in a deep recess reminds me death is a friend I so crave that light I’ve known That night I pounded the floorboards curled my body around leg chairs clung to my mothers old womb crying to the moon shouting questions silently why… Why… WHY?! Sprouted from your womb, I wish to return growing from your consciousness I wish to dissolve I was a fire in the eye eyeless in its completeness vision in its blankess burn through me burn me whole
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
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