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scribbling through pain of wrist and tensed forearms brought bettered by repetition thru peddled death of calves and ruined bowels of pre- cancered prostate. constant film of excreted toxins and another cigarette only suffo- cates these already humid- battered lungs. another trip out of doors only brings realization of the heat inside, buried deep beneath time- pressured skin. some heart forcing beats even though cells have hardened via emo- tionally evolved polysaccha- rides. perhaps times' gain of addiction finds lack of release of toxins, perhaps the devel- opment of a superior being detached. lies, and realized, wholly-owned and flawed chitin formed of prior life, formed of shared chemicals of plasma-like water shed. and called abrupt ending, and lack of self-perspective found lead-in to ending the reign of self. ending some reign of I the Destroyer.

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC

townsendfm

summer sweating pt. 5

scribbling through pain of wrist and tensed forearms brought bettered by repetition thru peddled death of calves and ruined bowels of pre- cancered prostate. constant film of excreted toxins and another cigarette only suffo- cates these already humid- battered lungs. another trip out of doors only brings realization of the heat inside, buried deep beneath time- pressured skin. some heart forcing beats even though cells have hardened via emo- tionally evolved polysaccha- rides. perhaps times' gain of addiction finds lack of release of toxins, perhaps the devel- opment of a superior being detached. lies, and realized, wholly-owned and flawed chitin formed of prior life, formed of shared chemicals of plasma-like water shed. and called abrupt ending, and lack of self-perspective found lead-in to ending the reign of self. ending some reign of I the Destroyer.

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2 dai its like one of those days my head fill so havy i never would have though that love could be so hard,know my head its like a baloon thats about to pop my mind is ganging up on my heart as it is getting weak esif the devel is holding ma soul in the porm of his hend smiling weiting for me to loose ma wai 2 take the chance,bt as long as i see the light through out the support of my friendz iwil never wark alone even when the nights along even when i loose your love bt i hope i wil find it one's more and be able 2 smile with u

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC

unathi-taliwe

Cloudy night

2 dai its like one of those days my head fill so havy i never would have though that love could be so hard,know my head its like a baloon thats about to pop my mind is ganging up on my heart as it is getting weak esif the devel is holding ma soul in the porm of his hend smiling weiting for me to loose ma wai 2 take the chance,bt as long as i see the light through out the support of my friendz iwil never wark alone even when the nights along even when i loose your love bt i hope i wil find it one's more and be able 2 smile with u

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Her eyes are the mirrors of the blind Those who won't see heaven they can look at her eyes I've never been to heaven but shes an Engel no doubt Her eyes are blue , tears are purple. Pure art Looking at her eyes worms up my heart Seeing her eyes every morning is the part Nothing i hate more than seeing her eyes red Because the devel's eyes are red and represents dead Her eyes eyes are more precious than that Any men who would look look at her eyes would quit the bad Thank you God for the perfect creation through her dad

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC

mawethu-nicon-mdluli

Her eyes

Her eyes are the mirrors of the blind Those who won't see heaven they can look at her eyes I've never been to heaven but shes an Engel no doubt Her eyes are blue , tears are purple. Pure art Looking at her eyes worms up my heart Seeing her eyes every morning is the part Nothing i hate more than seeing her eyes red Because the devel's eyes are red and represents dead Her eyes eyes are more precious than that Any men who would look look at her eyes would quit the bad Thank you God for the perfect creation through her dad

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