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------- Regurgitated dreams and a handful of hopes slipping grain-like through my fingers promisisng the earth as it cracks withered and drying. desolation and anticipation brings the threat of pleasure like the seed of hope without the chance of bursting open. Endless gurantees of endless possibilities and your stupid God **** provisos. **** the last drop with insistence, take all you can, Im already dead inside. with all the graciousness afforded you'd think you could at least turn away when I cry? Instead you watch, a look of  abomination carved into your hateful eyes and ice cold detachment running down your spine. no matter, I'll be fine; you were only ever a sympathy case that grew too wild. all that tender love and care without pruning has a tendency to create monsters you sting my rosy buds a sadistic wash of passion red I'm tangled in your mess, you might as well lick the salt as well the tequila slammer hit hard. I can't seem to locate my vanity its still missing after that last masochistic kiss goodbye.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Masochistic kiss
------- Regurgitated dreams and a handful of hopes slipping grain-like through my fingers promisisng the earth as it cracks withered and drying. desolation and anticipation brings the threat of pleasure like the seed of hope without the chance of bursting open. Endless gurantees of endless possibilities and your stupid God **** provisos. **** the last drop with insistence, take all you can, Im already dead inside. with all the graciousness afforded you'd think you could at least turn away when I cry? Instead you watch, a look of  abomination carved into your hateful eyes and ice cold detachment running down your spine. no matter, I'll be fine; you were only ever a sympathy case that grew too wild. all that tender love and care without pruning has a tendency to create monsters you sting my rosy buds a sadistic wash of passion red I'm tangled in your mess, you might as well lick the salt as well the tequila slammer hit hard. I can't seem to locate my vanity its still missing after that last masochistic kiss goodbye.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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