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Zip up the tux and put it back in the body bag it came in we danced, but it didn’t make things more real i, with my fake, dead skin – someone else’s – and you with your cute pigtails “make sure you return the body,” mom said. this is all we are skins under death someone else’s passion and style we fit the frame triangular shoulders show stability i hope: please tell me you notice death provides me with a sense of being just because it reminds others of someone i’m not I hope you notice – Now, this: This is who I am. I am capitalized, With proper grammar And order.
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:14 PM UTC
Black Tux, Black Death
Zip up the tux and put it back in the body bag it came in we danced, but it didn’t make things more real i, with my fake, dead skin – someone else’s – and you with your cute pigtails “make sure you return the body,” mom said. this is all we are skins under death someone else’s passion and style we fit the frame triangular shoulders show stability i hope: please tell me you notice death provides me with a sense of being just because it reminds others of someone i’m not I hope you notice – Now, this: This is who I am. I am capitalized, With proper grammar And order.
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Gender Fluid/American
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:14 PM UTC
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