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vice versabodies collapse like concrete trenches fists break into pieces of bone skin chips with disease this life is all that i ownvice versa


Cue sportlike an ophthalmic beauty you sit covered in glass bits and dust where water drips through slender cracks as jewelry lipped between the curves of your back and you melt this way for the next four years yet dehydrated, collecting sun in solariums between ivory in branches that stay stuck between these faithful arms that fight, and lose.Cue sport


This Time Resplendentfloat between the heather meshThis Time Resplendent
where speckles of ruby and off silver mix atop my eyes in song and verse beyond shut doors and locked windows where beats play constant on my neck underneath shudders and trills of words going places suddenly sealed from the sound of your lips moving, gently heard.


Between Branchesto have, to hold to dissolve the chemicals that complete you to patch up the cracks and cuts in your spine softly sew silk patches over your delicate, winding body that hits with open fists and fills with blood and grime that sits and hardens over time if a future, these promises will come forwardBetween Branches
in mean times that sting and sing in minor chords and bitter keys cover the mouth that feeds, needs and orders out of reach in confusion and patterns and numbers dialed once, dialed twice, dialed three times til end for when things end we wil


Regarding Love and ArtCan you remember back the way it was back before the people wrote things can you remember back the way it was when I walked with muscles, instead of using springsRegarding Love and Art
Well I can remember the way you kiss past midnight after youve been drinking from the short stout glass but I can't remember if I kissed you back or not I guess all my memory banks have shorted the past
I can smell the spring, its glowing embers in my nostrils though I know that it's summer, soon becoming fall this is like that song you sang me on our wedding night when all my fuses shot apart and my hea


Rustthese pretty girlsRust
take the heart right out of me when every word i speak is lost in translation. when really all of you are the same or at least thats how the dice fall the movement of my hand to pick the most rotten fruit. as teeth cave in the surface putrid filth spilling
from the corners of my mouth i devour, because thats the way i work. feet first, all the way in never looking over my shoulder for the inevitable fist on a collision course with my spine so what do you want me to say ill spin and spin and spin any lie
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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Bite my shiny metal ass! -- Bender
Life without your Maserati is grounds for suicide
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature.
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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Bite my shiny metal ass! -- Bender
Life without your Maserati is grounds for suicide
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature.
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