blue skiesWhere are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
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--destroy
Your face is not an organHer spine, maybe it was her spine when she was watching our stupidity she was looking at us like we were shit and she was the most beautiful girl, ever. Her face is not an organ and I stood there wondering what it was while the air leakedYour face is not an organ
and the plants whacked each other near the silent stars.
His place over the fountaini kneel upon sinew i kneel and watch upon i kneel and breaths surround i kneel and see they're goneHis place over the fountain
{over my fountain of warm blood. distant sounds; muffled flood illusion of strength i appear to hold as children stare with eyes of cold}
i kneel and never move i kneel and let time stain i kneel and water spills i kneel and wait in vain
Charle's Emo SmasherHeart pounds, drums thrum.Charle's Emo Smasher
Scalpel in hand, I etch across my face.
Blood runs like the really expensive butter that’s not actually butter, but in fact low fat magarine.
Crimson circle round my pudgy cheeks,
Between the skin and fat I reach,
Pulling it free like the shrink wrap in a totally sexcellent and off the hook Christina album.
My shell flies scarlet to the ground,
Like an autumn I am.
Envy of artistic butchers,
Scalpel severs muscle and tendon.
Lips kiss back in the mirror,
Spiting, Piteous lips I despise.
Surgeon’s tool swings,
The mirror smirks
boy in the windowOnce, when I was very small I saw you in the shoppe window I never wanted anything more. On tiptoes begging, straining at my mother's hand. "But no." She said. "You cannot see the tag from here... But he is costly Far too much for the likes of us." My belly hurt. Greed's hollow knocking. I caved in inside. Music sounded tinny and cheap. I wanted you so. Like white sand and falling stars, a swan burning as it glides over water. So was my yearning. Tender, timid, insatiable. I took it to heart. Even then. I knew to save.boy in the window
ElaraShe walks with the wind at her back Hair blowing loose in tangled strands. Shimmering elusively in the breeze.Elara
Today she's wearing moonbeams, And light falls from her skin. Her azure eyes are all I see.
From down the street I watch her stumble On her daily walk through my life. I almost go to help her, almost.
The dress is red today, the shoes burgundy. She turns heads as she walks, But not mine. I never turned away.
It’s raining and she owns my world The raindrops cause her makeup to run. With mascara laced tears she is gorgeous. &
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sold
to the man who can't find his soul
hi baby.
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beware of greeks bearing gifts
beware of obscenely stupid trojans
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sold
to the man who can't find his soul
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sold
to the man who can't find his soul
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sleep well sweet darling, and wake to fight another day. A losing battle with eternity. Another sin filled day of longing for perfection, waiting for death's loving kiss.
my that was rather melodramatic, why not stop the world and let me spin?
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sold
to the man who can't find his soul
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sleep well sweet darling, and wake to fight another day. A losing battle with eternity. Another sin filled day of longing for perfection, waiting for death's loving kiss.
my that was rather melodramatic, why not stop the world and let me spin?
who is unnecessarily tired.
but yeah, hey, what's up and I LOVE YOU....ummmm....LIKE PEACHES.
so yeah.
i go now.
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