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I want you to understand every strand of hair on my body is in pain my blood is a knife flowing through me secretly whispering your name to my skin and my skin burns and falls like ash my sheets are stained with the deader parts of me my body lays on the bed and in the dark hallway I am peering into the room watching the love rot away and decay the moon burries itself into the sun and I bury myself into everything I cant reach and I sink so so deep will you create those little things when you look back and think of all the memories like a picture old snap shot tattered edges wearing all white I hold my breathe next to the massive body of water Im made out of salt and I melt on the lips of the winds the humidity is staining my fingertips and Im closing my eyes immersing in the dysphoria of all of this finally posture comes to my bended bones when I realize I am a waterfall stuck in the drawer of an old mahogany vinaty set laying somewhere in a abandoned house years and ages away miles and miles far remote from this place I stare in haste I collaborate with the atoms around me the molecules that form my wasted id Im a child, my hands are still small but they are rough Im at the park, its the closest I can get to my seed the dirt that I am made out of cause nothing here is natural anymore take me away please somewhere where I can walk on history not in a land were the worst genocide took place an annihlation that was dressed in a costume oh no it was a cleansing I rather walk on gravel broken roads then on fresh paved streets I rather live in the forest than in this so called democracy
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
Shake this land
I want you to understand every strand of hair on my body is in pain my blood is a knife flowing through me secretly whispering your name to my skin and my skin burns and falls like ash my sheets are stained with the deader parts of me my body lays on the bed and in the dark hallway I am peering into the room watching the love rot away and decay the moon burries itself into the sun and I bury myself into everything I cant reach and I sink so so deep will you create those little things when you look back and think of all the memories like a picture old snap shot tattered edges wearing all white I hold my breathe next to the massive body of water Im made out of salt and I melt on the lips of the winds the humidity is staining my fingertips and Im closing my eyes immersing in the dysphoria of all of this finally posture comes to my bended bones when I realize I am a waterfall stuck in the drawer of an old mahogany vinaty set laying somewhere in a abandoned house years and ages away miles and miles far remote from this place I stare in haste I collaborate with the atoms around me the molecules that form my wasted id Im a child, my hands are still small but they are rough Im at the park, its the closest I can get to my seed the dirt that I am made out of cause nothing here is natural anymore take me away please somewhere where I can walk on history not in a land were the worst genocide took place an annihlation that was dressed in a costume oh no it was a cleansing I rather walk on gravel broken roads then on fresh paved streets I rather live in the forest than in this so called democracy
midnight-prague
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midnight-prague
Greek
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
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