that looks like his heart still lying on the end of your bed, is it throbbing like it did when words became actions, when convulsing shakes hit your bones like a sharpened stone? there's your conscience it's crawled up next to you the bathroom curtains reaching a crescendo of silence, numbing silence to bathe cold angels in, to let all guards down. why won't you sleep why won't you sit with your grace? the clouds will only keep you company for so long, because they are going places and your only embrace is gravity. the timing was wrong the angels weren't ready. they were just two fools bleeding jubilation, soaking their clothes to their skin and lacking photogenic memories. retrace your steps find the leak in the works, because you are drowning in a sacred spot and you can't fix a leak with faded weave patches. his heart's still there sitting on the end of your bed. call it tristan, but don't let it touch yours, because osmosis is lightning fast and you haven't lost your grace. |
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"the timing was wrong
the angels weren't ready.
they were just two fools bleeding jubilation,
soaking their clothes to their skin and lacking photogenic memories"
this is really good. it is really emotional. me likies
<3
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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
[please write forever and ever and ever.]
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30 amnesias; après moi, le déluge. je suis désolé.
The only one who can surpass you is yourself.
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'Circling down the drain' has an appealing fun-factor to it.
(the poem is really amazing,
it's different from the others.)
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We could plan a murder, or start a religion.
(at least that's the idea my brain got!)
great job
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magic is science in simplest form.
*Traditional-Artists
=Inked-Page
*project-improve
But today everything seems yum,
you are passed yum well. (:
YHUM. oh, thas how you spell it. ^^
IRUVERITROORRRRRZ. ^^
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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