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flattened
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why is the sky so pink?
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The Devil Himself
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...because you have never bothered coming out from behind those rose-colored glasses.
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Rhin
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what scents appeal to guys the most? vanilla or citrus fruits, flowers or earthy scents, or richer mouth-watering scents like cookies, chocolate, or cappuccino?
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Freak
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when will I be let loose?
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~gez~
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your deepest wants and desires. they just might come true if somebody knows and can do something about them
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in response to gez, I don't want to have to choose these things, no-one else has to decide things like this (or do they.. am I just getting carried away? hmm.. probably..) never mind!
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oldephebe
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something tender about me..
i'm tired of
these spurs
volleying
back
and
forth, in and out
thin sliver of shadow
and your imperious eyes
tell me something
you see
in me
not founded upon
the malice
swimming in your black eyes
tell me something not
founded upon
the savage violence
that sings in your
unrepentant
anthracitic heart
tell me somethin'
that doesn't stain
the air with septic redolence
tell me
something not shaped in that
cauldron of rot
mother
i want to see your face
filled with blazing light
eyes unnarrowed, not haughty
not wide in faux suprise and overt disdain
and as the wind
throttles the tree
in its fist
of unfolding indefagitable fury
can you cast a blind eye and open
heart upon my lapses..
my surcease of synapses
O great house falling
forever into its squalor
shape for me
some beatific illusion
then let this chasm
between us be filled, bridged
let this ancient animus be
crucified
let the inner veil of
the temple be wrent
from my maudlin crown of martydom
to your incarnate heart of oppression
let it be told
let it be said
that we are at last threaded in Love
even though the words of that last
sentence curdle in my mouth
like tepid split pea soup filled with
rotting meat left to spoil in summer heat..in a bowl encrusted with pathogens
there is no sacrifice that can be made
to restore what never was
still though
it'd be nice
if every now and then
we could say something
borne of the brightness
i've seen filling other mother's eyes
and as the time between us
threatens to repose
tell me something
tell me why
there is this thing
between us filled with
black sky
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pipedream
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that was very, very gut-wrenching, 'phebesie....i got all sad and droopy reading it. i hope that bridges have begun to be built.
*leaves a jar of sunshine sparkles at the doorstep*
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oldephebe twisting off cap of sparkles
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nah the bridge is this infinitely burning thing..thanks for the sparkles though..not sure if a prematurely curmudgeonly guy like me is impervious to said sparkles or not..but thankyou for the thought...
peace..
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pipedream shaking some sparkles out and blowing th
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sparkles permeate every curmudgeon, and i left super-strength ones for you, enj-oy :D
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celestias shadow singing pink floyd
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tell me what you meant
tell me
do tell
i'm hanging on your EVERY word
can't you tell?
the glasses are merely an illusion
you were right
I don't really need them
they're a shield
something good to hide behind
so tell me
how did you know?
and what else do you know about me?
you aren't god
yet
sometimes I think you can get there if you try
I don't doubt you
it's not that I don't have faith
it's that I don't know what 'faith' is
and I don't know what to let go of
in order to find it
so tell me
what do I do?
what am I doing wrong?
do you think you can tell?
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