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see you in the sky.

Im trapped in my mind.
when did this language start to sound so bad..
walloping in unnecessary depression
lost in trips of dishonesty and thoughts with only potential in dreams.
Sitting on the outside just watching, and remembering
feeling the aftermath of sticky fingers on my personals.
porcelain foundation that refuses to wipe off the mirrored ( Read more... )

When inspiration is lost to moments without pen and paper, my mind plays like a cowboy learning to dance ( Read more... )

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this song has been on repeat. i've been sitting back lately, taking pleasure in the little things that give my eyes natural dialation and adventures in foggy light. shh, it's just carelessness disguised. i havent been thinking. at times being stupid, and impulsive. drawing pictures of boys with egg shaped heads that i can scramble on skillets. ( Read more... )

                                           
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play me something inspirational and carbon-like, you know(?), something whole sounding. fresh like eucalyptus.
i felt it while looking at Venus at 6:30 this morning. just before the sun trusted us to see the world lit up in its insanity. once again,
in its mad array of  lovers and haters, players, makers, thinkers ( Read more... )

and i can feel the heat rise from my thighs up through my jeans. im infuriated with people who are practically my own limbs ( Read more... )

                                                                                                  Dear January,


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