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a Black Flight of swollen tonsil busy convincin’ the demon to leave the throat failing of the Black Halo corrupt the world of hot neon lines pickin’ up Discardin’ the ones I don’t need weaving a poem with Black Hands a nest someone has opened The Black Sail and spilled the dye The sky a closed mouth Black Damp lungs heavy to hang found sorrow in short hand some sad Morse code bury the Black Book and the Black Box place all my words down with me in the final Black Room an itch that’s made it’s home so deep a fungal sternum cut and a cough, a metronome shrinking from the SHOUT of the Black Sail started on the rim of madness Open Like third kingdom’s gills sail Flight and Halo All Black as shadow laid To defeat Two days at White Sea Let my words Let ‘em shine
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
The Black Sail Part 1
a Black Flight of swollen tonsil busy convincin’ the demon to leave the throat failing of the Black Halo corrupt the world of hot neon lines pickin’ up Discardin’ the ones I don’t need weaving a poem with Black Hands a nest someone has opened The Black Sail and spilled the dye The sky a closed mouth Black Damp lungs heavy to hang found sorrow in short hand some sad Morse code bury the Black Book and the Black Box place all my words down with me in the final Black Room an itch that’s made it’s home so deep a fungal sternum cut and a cough, a metronome shrinking from the SHOUT of the Black Sail started on the rim of madness Open Like third kingdom’s gills sail Flight and Halo All Black as shadow laid To defeat Two days at White Sea Let my words Let ‘em shine
#anxiety
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yokomolotov
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
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