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The elephants graveyard
Used to be underwater
So there be whales there
A necropolis like no other
And when the seas rise again
And cover it over
Might be
An amalgamation
Of one with the other.
di nada di nada
and perhaps that is true
our day to day behavior
eventually accrues

and becomes what we are..
but surprise like oo
when we glance in the mirror
like something new..
I have so many daggers put in my back
That trusting another soul is profoundly insane
I expect you will ****** in yet another blade.
I wonder, what can one sew with the pins in my spine
If I gave you threads of honesty in every produced line?
Morning BPD thoughts
What's black,white and red
And has trouble getting through
A revolving door?

A nun with a spear through her head.
At guessing people's age
I am no good
I either insult
Or leave em feeling extra smug.
Don't look now
But Sutherland's
Chewing
Christie's kebab.
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