| Shut t'up. |


ARC SECOND to arc secondSome days, he goes through my mind more Then other days. And the blithe, yet heavy presence squeezes someARC SECOND to arc second
Of the moisture in my head out through
My eyes.
My oculars Well up, and I loose my peripherals to a bleak, grey dust.
I can't even recall the sounds of his voice Most of the time, which is the most upsetting part
But I have perfect photographs of us in future frames Flawless
Imperfect, immovable. Unimaginable
Neither of us look at me, but at each other
Just when I think you're in my world,
To stay You leave
We
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to my former self -i.to my former self -
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and start over.
ii.
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape. my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love. recognize, but never accept. i want your filthy and bruised hope on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much do you love your world. eyes screaming alive over and over again. you can do better &nb
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Bound
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"i just drove past your short, italian speaking, bass playing husband. he had no shirt on."
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SIX AM AND A QUARTER PAST MIDNIGHT.
Apparently "The Fame Monster" will leak tonight. I hope it does.
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I'll never let you fall apart. Together we'll DANCE IN THE DARK.
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SIX AM AND A QUARTER PAST MIDNIGHT.
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I'll never let you fall apart. Together we'll DANCE IN THE DARK.
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