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You  came to me tonight, for the first time in six months, with wit and glamour, and the fruit of your tongue. *My ship is sinking, the ocean, a diabolic swell, is spilling overboard.* I've known it was capsizing since you first opened your mouth and asked my name. I watched you steer that wreckage right into my stomach and pull me aboard. Humming, solemn, my warnings unrecieved. *I've gotten the help I need, a life boat, shaped like a bottle of pills, a chemical chaos in my head.* I told you the waters were unforgiving that Poseidon's tantrums would pull you under. Fueled by rattling orange containers with a printed label reading: KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN with the side effects of SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/FEELINGS NAUSEA DESIRE TO DROWN SHIPWRECK-SURVIVORS You were right You spoke, as you held me below the surface. You're sinking again, in little powdery ovals jammed in your throat with all the wheezing frogs. and the taste of a stranger's lip gloss is washed away with a glass of water following your recommended daily dosage.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
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You  came to me tonight, for the first time in six months, with wit and glamour, and the fruit of your tongue. *My ship is sinking, the ocean, a diabolic swell, is spilling overboard.* I've known it was capsizing since you first opened your mouth and asked my name. I watched you steer that wreckage right into my stomach and pull me aboard. Humming, solemn, my warnings unrecieved. *I've gotten the help I need, a life boat, shaped like a bottle of pills, a chemical chaos in my head.* I told you the waters were unforgiving that Poseidon's tantrums would pull you under. Fueled by rattling orange containers with a printed label reading: KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN with the side effects of SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/FEELINGS NAUSEA DESIRE TO DROWN SHIPWRECK-SURVIVORS You were right You spoke, as you held me below the surface. You're sinking again, in little powdery ovals jammed in your throat with all the wheezing frogs. and the taste of a stranger's lip gloss is washed away with a glass of water following your recommended daily dosage.
The-empty-cupboard
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The-empty-cupboard
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
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