Topic: You can almost taste the pressure now
Rape crisis centre
in
Elm street on gridlock
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Little ol me turned inside out
It's the same old song
Earch answer
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Drooping trees overlapping
a paradime of gropping sold to me as grouping babbaling
sewn
through my baby fruitless scented skull in senses, bruising with the
lapping droven dry..
With your own
NO
DEER SAPPLING
Electricity does it exists
in a wait,
my arms are numb batting
woven clapping in flutters..
restricted in that's a fucking tragedy yet..
Only in splatters
.. off of you, at me merely Napping busted busting still standing in assumption..
(without what's in my mouth my tongue it is is it)
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Yes, I do know
I can turn my head as the same..
At the same time
already..
adjust frames of light and pollen aged/guilded fine holed
in compfort of I
In shattered to silence to find your steady..
of the next child and the next and the next child and next child..
Kicking in through statics flickers persist
of
We where always sitting here
in your
bladder high voltage pulse of each pupil filmed and sealed to hear..
Trust me..
IS
Pet will become pat in clutch that child wrist with flush..
their there your *no*
Visuals of missing..
No they are quiet clearly there *almost sewn*
In my own powders disgrace off a scab or scrape
Of the dumpster I sweat to prey
for the water fountain to be made of coloured paint
And or
of stretched skin pattycaked tickled pink twice made with
The smiles fuzzed back in the tears you know..
Possibly..
as you cross before me with speech tasted straight
to if
a tick is a tick
(.......)
and my automatic reponse has your we got it
As a fence of languages in bricks paved in did
You bath
Me to groome
the whole hole in eye follow
Yes yes
You I move to swallow same senses swallowed
as if I was shattered shells
in plastic cells desolving slides of my own wombs of missing reflections
Between your I better YOUR legs moved
Upon IT IS for a fact a clear passage..
Do you her
Do you his
Justified it
Devided and
does it hurt was it this
once we're all strung together..
upstaged where like yes/no
that
You turned I in my sleep
in each of us awake for later for whom
And all I'm thinking is..
WHOM
stole my..
Goldilocks and Black Rainbow Starbrite
Everytime I hold my breath
sold with bubbles unkept for you whom..
Yet me too..
THE ACTUAL point of yet me too..
with your eyes and fingers aimed and sent
in my throat with isn't your tongue fluffy
(That's all it was)
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SAYS the boy customer,
TO me the GIRL, the girl I am..
whom by the way lil man looks like a
bear trap stepped in a flower
sketched on his toenail shook dryer
as the flower it was
When it was..
looking at each strand as yours point of view on notice
me
Because she likes ruge blush..
