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My arms are jagged whips; a rending embrace.
I kiss warm profanities on cold cheeks.
My yearning is discomfort; fueling malaise.
The bluest skies remind me of pain.
My words are poison; do not heed.
I want to think I’m blindly vain.
It would be simpler; Indeed.
This is an unnecessarily essential need.
I kiss warm profanities on cold cheeks.
My yearning is discomfort; fueling malaise.
The bluest skies remind me of pain.
My words are poison; do not heed.
I want to think I’m blindly vain.
It would be simpler; Indeed.
This is an unnecessarily essential need.
Published 2nd Sep 2016
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2nd Sep 2016 12:48pm
I get the sense of having a disconnect with your surroundings. There is a face that you show but it isn't yours. Interesting imagery here.
4th Sep 2016 8:03am
15th Sep 2016 7:52pm
There's an ache inside of us all and nothing or nobody can't change it. We have to remove what's internal that makes us want to hide from ourselves.
Dennis this was incredibly written luv...
Dennis this was incredibly written luv...
16th Sep 2016 8:42am
27th Sep 2016 6:07pm
Smashing last line to an outstanding piece!
This hits home... thank you for sharing!
This hits home... thank you for sharing!
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