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I love --the candle-- the wick the fire the lick of my hair with the spit that holds it together and I've been a radio never ending counting the days of holding it-- forever with hope as wide as the ocean and I expand as a blank state to be violated tone deaf to my own cries i am willful apart from my sore feet weak and unresponsive this frame upholds these acidic reactions through the manifestation of the ejection of my solemn protest a cosmical request they ask for drinking for a ****** later ***** splashes on a bathroom floor privilege is a blessing not guaranteed dancing on gravestones restless upon poetic licenses and with composure aligned towards the lines of our sky. and I beg I beg to be someone more exciting I beg to accept my lies.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
12/11/13
I love --the candle-- the wick the fire the lick of my hair with the spit that holds it together and I've been a radio never ending counting the days of holding it-- forever with hope as wide as the ocean and I expand as a blank state to be violated tone deaf to my own cries i am willful apart from my sore feet weak and unresponsive this frame upholds these acidic reactions through the manifestation of the ejection of my solemn protest a cosmical request they ask for drinking for a ****** later ***** splashes on a bathroom floor privilege is a blessing not guaranteed dancing on gravestones restless upon poetic licenses and with composure aligned towards the lines of our sky. and I beg I beg to be someone more exciting I beg to accept my lies.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
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