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"jacknife" poems
one tumbled out of the womb convulsing like a breakdancer five posed with lights & cigarettes, light eight lipstick smeared giddily on the backhand twelve bought birth control shared among friends pills split with a jacknife sixteen fascinated by violet waves & crystal castles twenty-one cancer of the soul flask in her ribs she moves among suitors like whispers of fame twenty-two nosering replaced polished for the wake croptop in the casket
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
puremourning
alice
one tumbled out of the womb convulsing like a breakdancer five posed with lights & cigarettes, light eight lipstick smeared giddily on the backhand twelve bought birth control shared among friends pills split with a jacknife sixteen fascinated by violet waves & crystal castles twenty-one cancer of the soul flask in her ribs she moves among suitors like whispers of fame twenty-two nosering replaced polished for the wake croptop in the casket
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I got my hands shaking in a dying light Trying to hold my glass and my jacknife Sparks of neon cut like pink razor Tonight the death is our only neighbor ****** gushes turn to flowers We are drowning in a crimson shower Your body stretched on a *** stained bed You look so pretty with a candle burning in your head Just an empty eyes With nothing on an inside We are trapped alone within these walls And flickering motel light We  go south To the jukebox song Crackling in the hall Evening sun paints These last second of our fall
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
eric-4
Death in the Evening
I got my hands shaking in a dying light Trying to hold my glass and my jacknife Sparks of neon cut like pink razor Tonight the death is our only neighbor ****** gushes turn to flowers We are drowning in a crimson shower Your body stretched on a *** stained bed You look so pretty with a candle burning in your head Just an empty eyes With nothing on an inside We are trapped alone within these walls And flickering motel light We  go south To the jukebox song Crackling in the hall Evening sun paints These last second of our fall
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