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figure it out, she says. we sit in heavy decay
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I felt like all the lines prior to this one you've already written a 1,000x over in a 1,000 different ways. But that's okay, because I primarily came into this thread searching for a lone piece of brilliance such as what is quoted above.
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shelf-life evaporated powderkegs we stored in our basement
for a rainy day, if we relate it's moments at best
i grabbed your throat and asked a question, did you ever respect me
sweat glands oil lantern light woodpanel the wall
dreamt destroying each utility you paid to install
candelabras smoking as their flames are neglected
i've wept appreciating this dramatic effect
the world is stages, pages, patience, latent repressed
take your shot, make it count. hope it kills me or better
yet, ends it all for certain. mercy me, what a ride
i'm only here to paint a wall and stare at it dry
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Cool.
You're good at this thing that you do. Your writing makes no sense. Yet, so much sense. It's telepathic storytelling that explains the unexplainable ups and downs of a bygone relationship that so many of us often time have such a hard time trying to articulate. The content is cumbersome. Yet, refreshing. I hate and dig it. You're a beast. Just keep on keeping on. Peace.