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Remember Me? Encounter the affection foundRemember Me? by ~theslayer1
Betwixt the rise and fall of sound
Bodies whirling round and round
A heated knowledge from the ground.
She'll bite and scratch and terrify.
An abstract lust to heave and sigh
Mark her, touch her; qualify
bleeding heartbeats passing by
An empathetic blush of skin
Will find a sculpted truth within
Suspicion shares a bed with sin
Leave this childish want of win
Desperately desiring that--
Which leaves nothing to howl at.
I thought of you in her and spat
Knowing where your beast once sat
Avoid me in your stinging eye
Blinded through your curs
Wanting "I want to see the world," she saidWanting by ~theslayer1
Wrapped in wired lace.
Acid rain on tips of tongues;
Cinnamon sips her face.
Articulate the smell of sound
The force of something new
Wheels decend a broken bridge:
My memories of you.
Demand of me the want of words
To drown your silent song
Kissing once the bleeding lips
Shun torment of the wrong.
Memories don't keep love alive
They choke in postcard throats
Suffocation shares its name
In one thousand little boats
I haven't cried in thirty days
Indifference pasted stars.
On bits of broken, spoken flesh
Smoking muddy, lit cigars.
"I want to see the world," she said.
Dying to d
Natalie by ~theslayer1
Fanfare by ~theslayer1Dead Fish and Laryngitis Having Laryngitis is like looking outDead Fish and Laryngitis by ~bipsieLOVEocean
onto a lake and
seeing all the fish
belly-up and floating on the
fresh water.
When you can talk and
express feelings and emotions and
simple day-to-day conversations,
everything is right and the little fish
and the big fish, with their gills and
their fins and the way they move effortlessly
through the algae, swim
just like normal.
Just like everyday.
But when you're voice is
gone,
raspy and unheard,
all those fish in that stupid
little lake are
dead
and floating with the gentle waves.
When you're on your little boat,
in the middle of the lake of the
Dead Fish,
Let's Count the Minutes Give me five minutesLet's Count the Minutes by ~bipsieLOVEocean
and I'll show you the
world from my eyes.
Give me ten minutes,
just ten minutes, and
I'll tell you everything.
The only thing I ask
is for you not to say
a word.
Give me twenty minutes,
and all I've ever wanted to
tell you would slide out of
my mouth.
Give me an hour,
a tiny hour of your silence
and my words, and I'll
fill it with every idea I've
ever had.
Delighted 
Sta.sh
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GREETINGS FRIEND
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Easy living killed the young dudes in the high boots
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Easy living killed the young dudes in the high boots
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Easy living killed the young dudes in the high boots
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amanda went away on .ca
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Easy living killed the young dudes in the high boots
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but it's sweet that you liked it! even though you added new favourites to bump it down...
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