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Against
Your boot is pressed against my neck
While you peer into the horizon,
A beautiful symphony of warm and cool colors
Creating a mesmerizing dawn.
My gasps of anguish are muffled by your song.
I don't know how to get to my knees,
Let alone stand, but I'll try.
My face grinds against the ground
Attempting to make sand of stone.
You press down harder against my neck.
The pressure is astoundi...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 11:54 am
Show Me Your Teeth
I wish your body was mine.
I long for our souls to be tangled.
All I crave is connection.
All I seek is approval.
Our savagery is forever,
The killing of time itself.
All I can afford is hope,
But that’ll never be enough.
Take me away from the light
And show me your teeth.
I’ll always be weak to your desires.
So take out your frustrations on me
And leave this pi...
Monday 25th February 2019 6:03 am
I’m Out of Dreams
I can see your eyes when I close mine.
I can feel your panic when you see my lips move.
I don’t want this. Please.
I’ll push everything into a corner, where it’ll stay, and it’ll only be graced by a glance.
I’m going to push you away.
Expect it.
Crave it.
Let it nourish every fucking negative idea you’ve every had of me.
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I have nothin...
Monday 25th February 2019 6:01 am
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