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There is nothing left of me But flesh and mechanical thought Sinful spinster split senses Surrogate sensations Sounding sources sewing slowly So soft So sincere So absssssent There is nothing left in me But guts and mechanical thought Wickedly liberated divided sanity Replacement vibrations Echoing foundations stitching gradually So elastic So honest So lexicon This is what is left here, on the bruised ***** I call my compassion, Veins and mechanical thought brutally modern alienated wisdom alternate feelings hollow basics strip away regularly So expandable So straightforward So agonizing All of this written minus my soul Eye miss my sole
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
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There is nothing left of me But flesh and mechanical thought Sinful spinster split senses Surrogate sensations Sounding sources sewing slowly So soft So sincere So absssssent There is nothing left in me But guts and mechanical thought Wickedly liberated divided sanity Replacement vibrations Echoing foundations stitching gradually So elastic So honest So lexicon This is what is left here, on the bruised ***** I call my compassion, Veins and mechanical thought brutally modern alienated wisdom alternate feelings hollow basics strip away regularly So expandable So straightforward So agonizing All of this written minus my soul Eye miss my sole
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dani-cunningham
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
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