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~"If your eyes lay reading this, I truly feel sorry for you. Obviously you have more time, then with you know what to do. Go, write something witty, make a face smile or cry. And stop this waste of your time, on one such as I."~ |
I touch - her alabaster skin,
My eyes consume this sin...
For Matthew
Vibrating rock, ricocheted variations...
Run into - Collide,
My inside outside...
Cold fingers down the heated spine,
Flesh to flesh, meld and intertwine...
It stings now, where once was whole,
It bleeds now, out from the gaping hole...
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Assumptions, assumptions, and so you assume, |
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I covet for the knife of steel, |
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Life is filled with crazy glitches, |