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[halotrickster]

she covers the stars with marigolds
she tears a bit of me off
stranded, belonging to her whim
the sky it parts
the lightning carves out the night
i need to eat some more
this mood is coarse
she lied, though i wasnt sure
i pick up a dandolion
and make many wishes
i feel tortured
the kiss of pain
marks its territory
i wake and sleep
to an empty

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[acousticzombie]

yerr didnt realize u were on my journal mr. harry, i'm anerd and blazed but...at first i'm like, oh shiit, thom yorke added me, could it bee. me gusta su poema , it's lyrical n true sometimes when itcomes toe luuv. gotts toe start writing more, de words have been releasing en spurts