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dead man · 12-13-2020, 05:05 AM

all my
gods are stolen. all my records are scratched. it feels like
all my friends have children. all my relatives, cancer.
never once confessed to a pastor, this i admit
Ba'hai agnostic secular bastard. dumb as a brick
painted gold. freckle-toed. statuesque in your posture
i'd crawl through broken glass to pick you up at a concert
voluntary respondent survey our bond summarized
tell me jump. i'll run a marathon and wrestle a tiger
there's mud in the grinder blades, we're scrubbing it dry
chewing on our gums until our hunger subsides
choke down pluses and minuses. snowdrift rupturing sinus
windfall rustles behind us. shaky branch restructuring climate
i've been waiting for a moment in private, like most of us
rooted in uncomfortable silences growing up
tobacco in my arteries, sprouting another lung
soaking up bacteria, staring into the sun
screaming tongues of Judah through speakerboxes in traffic
channeling Beelzebub. bleeding onto a mattress
comforter Eddie Bauer. day-trip solo for 7 hours
wondering which kills me first: privileges or power
paper bill crystal powder. our messenger was a profit, He
burned every plant we harvested and sent us a dollar
it all makes sense why empires fall and kingdoms survive
when Prince died our fentanyl sold for triple the price
forgotten slice of paradise. our country to fight for.
unloading trucks at dawn and playing numbers at night
lotto ticket, pot to piss in. our apartment was mine
i signed for it and told my folks our marriage was final
iCloud memory side-scroll tragedy for yearly revival
all I wanted was a glimpse of what it could've been like
Anotherside on shiny glass and ripples in lakes
pleading with us, please, to make an early escape.
intrusive thoughts like fungus in a riverbed lately
skip a stone to drown my most immediate hatred
sonic wave us into a station when my oxygen's low
you shock me into existence just by checking my pulse
wretched vermin. vulture flying close to a corpse
bottom-feeding empathy and getting results
so where can we go to copy and paste our younger approach
if i got a second chance i'd let it go

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12-13-2020, 05:05 AM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	broken glass all my gods are stolen. all my records are scratched. it feels like all my friends have children. all my relatives, cancer. never once confessed to a pastor, this i admit Ba'hai agnostic secular bastard. dumb as a brick painted gold. freckle-toed. statuesque in your posture i'd crawl through broken glass to pick you up at a concert voluntary respondent survey our bond summarized tell me jump. i'll run a marathon and wrestle a tiger there's mud in the grinder blades, we're scrubbing it dry chewing on our gums until our hunger subsides choke down pluses and minuses. snowdrift rupturing sinus windfall rustles behind us. shaky branch restructuring climate i've been waiting for a moment in private, like most of us rooted in uncomfortable silences growing up tobacco in my arteries, sprouting another lung soaking up bacteria, staring into the sun screaming tongues of Judah through speakerboxes in traffic channeling Beelzebub. bleeding onto a mattress comforter Eddie Bauer. day-trip solo for 7 hours wondering which kills me first: privileges or power paper bill crystal powder. our messenger was a profit, He burned every plant we harvested and sent us a dollar it all makes sense why empires fall and kingdoms survive when Prince died our fentanyl sold for triple the price forgotten slice of paradise. our country to fight for. unloading trucks at dawn and playing numbers at night lotto ticket, pot to piss in. our apartment was mine i signed for it and told my folks our marriage was final iCloud memory side-scroll tragedy for yearly revival all I wanted was a glimpse of what it could've been like Anotherside on shiny glass and ripples in lakes pleading with us, please, to make an early escape. intrusive thoughts like fungus in a riverbed lately skip a stone to drown my most immediate hatred sonic wave us into a station when my oxygen's low you shock me into existence just by checking my pulse wretched vermin. vulture flying close to a corpse bottom-feeding empathy and getting results so where can we go to copy and paste our younger approach if i got a second chance i'd let it go / __________________ Zack Wicks for president Last edited by dead man; 12-13-2020 at 05:07 AM.