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Your Safe The Night Lights On

SHE was sobbing, becouse of
her private hallucintions,
WEIGHTLESS, she thinks shes
flying into her own shadow,

A Canticle Of Gears And Gadgets

THE repertoire of sound,
and squeky axles, a
muffled appetitite, and
a canticle of gears, and

Pitchfork Freudian Dream

the past is present in this
pitchfork freudian dream, you
learn to skedaddle and giggle,
as this bipoler rain hits your

White Stones/Rebirth

Infancy Of Madness

with her gnomic voise,
she speaks a suiside
with her process of

Empty Fist

THERES a beaty in love,
so simple and complete,
and we wear it in our
eyes, and body, and our

She Makes Herself Look Beatifull

she makes herself look beatifull,
so the world cant see her scars,
she hides the sadness in those
pills, with out them, shes a broken

Hope Is Drunk

hope is drunk
thrown to the curve.
the blood that runs thrue its veins,
is poisoned by sin.

Tangled Ropes.................

AHAB, ok, who took my milk.
STARBUCK, wasnt me.
AHAB, probly the same one
who took my ice cream.

The Blood In My Veins

playwright or protagonist.
dark confusion at the
bottom of the cosmos.
i fall like a dead weight,

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