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that's how the blood runs
circled by a hundred more
strangers with cellophane hearts,
shadow mouths
never shake the fever in joints
or rush to believing
circled by a hundred more
strangers with cellophane hearts,
shadow mouths
never shake the fever in joints
or rush to believing
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
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when you can choke on dust instead
probably not as dark as the first read might lean
probably not as dark as the first read might lean
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I love this, especially the title and content. 