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may god recycle you
For reasons unknown. I’m obsessed with recycling Religiously My offerings are picked up weekly By the curb. My answering device says, Have a recycled day. Disasters happen, to places like Japan, because they did not Recycle. Soldiers die because they support unrecyclable deeds. When people ask me why I do it… I don’t know exactly,…
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dying questions
i pretend like you to know me you demand the future when I just want tea lunch no words and to watch the moon sink into the dead of night
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spring clinging
I architected A blue print to burn Your clutter While you sleep. To pry overly Indulged fingers from Baggage too large For my overhead. when I’m done, I will lie On the empty floor And let the cold Take me Lightly.
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paperless fortune
I willed Revenge into a masamune blade from scratch on an empty stomach. Days and nights of fire, spit and tit for tat already dead to its burden, I wouldn’t part till its completion I scorched A path through the valley of no-man’s it quenched in the stream full of lotus leaves, laughing as the…
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seconds, please
i try not to scream for help (too often) the echo goes for miles, leaving empty (promises) some are better (than me) at selling self we all go broke (eventually) trying to bid for it we all know. (do we?) there’s no sale for time
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no you turn
she really doesn’t think twice to be any one in particular each one way to fro work daily driven just to pay bills some times to feel (alive) she checks in late and takes detour she wonders (however) hitting jack pot or to sense brilliance but never dying in the end and time no one…