Writing
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Art Aspiring Heart
Incise the cries of lieson the sides of my heart.If I’m the object of youraffections means I’m art. I was ugly damn scaredin a vicious cycle of pain.I was an empty vesselno joy could I contain. Then your cries reachedmy torture and I felldeep in passions griptearing me from hell. Desperate for fancy,more for a Continue reading
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Poison Lips
Conversing tightly lipped I whip I quip my lip is zipped tight, fight as my skin I rip. Seen so many games I have no qualms all I see has a meaning I know traps and falls. Forgive me hesitant I step a little step far is the reach nonsense I know a trip bizarre. Continue reading
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Men Of Pulp
I am of the dust in fields tall.I am the dirt upon a grave small. The future it calls me across a sea,as life’s mystery has come across me. Crushed into a coffin of confusion,none will ever know my fusion. Origins of Egyptian tides riversof blood a famine gives me shivers. Death abound now diseasetakes Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
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