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A recently revived drowning victim I'm judging picture books by their centerfold All the wit in the world won't save me now and even though I've made it This far I'm still too afraid to keep ********* through the pages. You should see All of my paper cut scars This is a courtesy call I hope to hear you Say you're sorry and just because I saw you dancing along the wall doesn't mean we're friends In fact quite the reverse. You're a man And I'm ******* insane There's no way for you to know how much I've hated You I guess it's been years since we talked So that's my fault. Retraced steps lead me to the lip of the pool Cholera never looked like my scene But I feel your genes spreading Like Jesus and Peter you'll pass me down this legacy of hatred, strife and Pestilence. My god. I bind my books into your back and read you bedtime stories each period forming a caldera in your skin. I touch it. And this tastes so good Almost like another life if I can stay here forever you may never find me again. Don't you see how beautiful it is? I'm not afraid of you anymore. I think I realized I just know you Too ******* well it's like looking in a mirror
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
Looking in a mirror
A recently revived drowning victim I'm judging picture books by their centerfold All the wit in the world won't save me now and even though I've made it This far I'm still too afraid to keep ********* through the pages. You should see All of my paper cut scars This is a courtesy call I hope to hear you Say you're sorry and just because I saw you dancing along the wall doesn't mean we're friends In fact quite the reverse. You're a man And I'm ******* insane There's no way for you to know how much I've hated You I guess it's been years since we talked So that's my fault. Retraced steps lead me to the lip of the pool Cholera never looked like my scene But I feel your genes spreading Like Jesus and Peter you'll pass me down this legacy of hatred, strife and Pestilence. My god. I bind my books into your back and read you bedtime stories each period forming a caldera in your skin. I touch it. And this tastes so good Almost like another life if I can stay here forever you may never find me again. Don't you see how beautiful it is? I'm not afraid of you anymore. I think I realized I just know you Too ******* well it's like looking in a mirror
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
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