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:I wake at night: | :I wake at night: | ||
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:Forever bleeding. | :Forever bleeding. | ||
:Cold. | :Cold. | ||
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::::Remember the reason: | ::::Remember the reason: | ||
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::::Valor and love heavy, | ::::Valor and love heavy, | ||
::::Like the Earth across my shoulders. | ::::Like the Earth across my shoulders. | ||
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− | XoxO: | + | ::XoxO |
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+ | ::Hey baby | ||
+ | ::Shake baby | ||
+ | ::Your pollen is a callin' | ||
+ | ::All the bees for miles aroun' | ||
+ | ::They see how you glisten | ||
+ | ::Petals flexin' in the sun | ||
+ | ::They catch wind o' your scent | ||
+ | ::And your way they fly | ||
+ | ::But if you'd only see me | ||
+ | ::Baby, I'd be your humble bumble | ||
+ | ::The sweetest little bee | ||
+ | ::Sting. | ||
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+ | :::Puny God: | ||
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+ | :::Words spit acid rivers | ||
+ | :::Coursing down an undeserving face | ||
+ | :::Cut deep rivulets | ||
+ | :::Sap the strength of the righteous | ||
+ | :::Shatter fragile bonds | ||
+ | :::With retard's might | ||
+ | :::Stupid | ||
+ | :::Stupid | ||
+ | :::Dumb | ||
+ | :::Short sighted | ||
+ | :::Push away strength freely offered | ||
+ | :::'Stead of nurturing | ||
+ | :::You're culling | ||
+ | :::Whittling away at bonds of loyalty | ||
+ | :::What do you think will happen | ||
+ | :::When the last fiber bond | ||
+ | :::The last tendon of kinship | ||
+ | :::Is severed under your talons and harsh judgements | ||
+ | :::Where will we be? | ||
+ | :::Weaker. | ||
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+ | ::What The Fuck: | ||
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+ | ::I thought I was on your side | ||
+ | ::A shield against the raging tide | ||
+ | ::For a moment | ||
+ | ::Thought I'd found | ||
+ | ::Fuck I don't know | ||
+ | ::Something | ||
+ | ::Refuge | ||
+ | ::Instead you bite my hand | ||
+ | ::You don't want my help | ||
+ | ::I'll never be | ||
+ | ::What you want or need | ||
+ | ::What the fuck is my purpose | ||
+ | ::Losing sight of my point | ||
+ | ::This poem sucks. | ||
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+ | |||
+ | :::Diary entry: | ||
+ | |||
+ | :::So alone | ||
+ | ::Alone alone aloooone | ||
+ | :Alone alone | ||
+ | :alone | ||
+ | ::alonealone | ||
+ | :::alone | ||
+ | ::All by myself | ||
+ | :What do I do? | ||
+ | ::Where do I go? | ||
+ | :::So tired. | ||
+ | ::Pathetic | ||
+ | :Ronin | ||
+ | Nothing | ||
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+ | :Honey: | ||
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+ | :Hot fire, slick, slimy, sweet | ||
+ | :From Bourbon kisses, Whiskey shivers | ||
+ | :Expectorate splat onto rosy cheek | ||
+ | :Redlining temper flares | ||
+ | :Fists are swinging | ||
+ | :Target's stationary | ||
+ | :Warning sign signal flares | ||
+ | :Redlining charger stays | ||
+ | :Bone meets flesh | ||
+ | :Untouched flesh meets fleshy bone | ||
+ | :Bile rises, contact continues... | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:21, 19 July 2012
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I can't do this. |