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Dress UpHe walked into the room, assessing the walls and rug, as he always does. It is very important to acclimate, wouldn’t you say? There is just nothing wrong with that. He must be one with his surroundings; he must sit in the right chair, wear the right color, speak the right tone, breath the right pace, and use his right hand. Unless, of course, the vent says otherwise . . . I mean that would really throw him off though, it would be a power struggle. The vent is always going on an on, but the fan fights him, with much enthusiasm. One would say fanatical. This is going to be tough on him all right: very difficult, indeed. It would be nice ifDress Up
by ~MataHariii
. . .I snore, and I choke on your lack of The List begins . . . and ends. . .
on another line, another day
I turn on my side, and try a new angle cannot breath well this way my eyes will have bags in the
A.m. W.a.s Hoping for more
by ~MataHariii
momentMeeting on the day of my father’s approvalmoment
Was certainly a happy non-coincidental moment?
by ~MataHariii
shiftMusic I have heard this before sounded different, yet It managesshift
It strums the strings between my ribs And I shift, because it tickles
So I stand up And I walk toward the sound, and wells become my eyes
GOD I yearn to hear it the same way To taste that apple, like I do
Know no better
but reason and its horns have stolen my mind and innocent faith
to the music Music find myself on the wood alone with only the voices translating stories according to him
My abdomen rattles with emptiness as the music pl
by ~MataHariii
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Norwegian setby ~sukobac
Smell the flowersI am just about sureSmell the flowers
I can't do this anymore. Everyday another fight,
another reason to give up. Counting out pills and
choking them down dry. It's an awful, Goddamn job
I never signed up for. And it's endless and it's brutal and I want to be done.
Every aching breath she takes is
one breath closer to the end and
I cry. I scream and I check the oxygen levels and I check the pressure of her blood and I cry. She forgets that it's Monday and she yells at me for correcting her and I cry. These days, one after another, the
by =Flermigan
Your wayYou have a way With your Summer sun eyesYour way
And your
Sandpaper hands
That strange stinging way To shock me
With that Tongue tied speech
And your Tame bitter taste
The way you Catch me off guard with Soft, subtle thoughts You let spill from Light and lonely lips
The way you Make it easy Keep it soft Let me breathe That way we breathe
You hold me dow
by =Flermigan
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