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everything's living and dying, especially us: peeping toms, we see flowers wilting on the window sill, grass sprouting beneath our feet; throwing stones just to see who can crack reality first. sirens echoing, luring young men to their deaths. you can try to outrun them, blindly stepping, c r u n c h i n g: "isn't it kind of disrespectful to walk on to dead leaves?" desperate enough not to care. peeping tom sees flowers wilting on the window sill, buried remains sprouting beneath his feet. biting nails d   o    w      n, feels like a punishment: being ****** "who even gives a **** everything's living and dying, especially me.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
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everything's living and dying, especially us: peeping toms, we see flowers wilting on the window sill, grass sprouting beneath our feet; throwing stones just to see who can crack reality first. sirens echoing, luring young men to their deaths. you can try to outrun them, blindly stepping, c r u n c h i n g: "isn't it kind of disrespectful to walk on to dead leaves?" desperate enough not to care. peeping tom sees flowers wilting on the window sill, buried remains sprouting beneath his feet. biting nails d   o    w      n, feels like a punishment: being ****** "who even gives a **** everything's living and dying, especially me.
douglas-dean
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
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