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its been awhile. Check out my myspace if ur looking for a more recent taste of my life. Kuchulu68510@yahoo.com
(this is a bit loathing, but regardless. Emotions are emotions, we should all hope a journal is a place of free-expression.
I am the girl,
who only dreams of making such deep incisions
who dreams of running through your television
who cries for no apparent reason
and breathes through strings that soak the pages.
I decompose into flesh
recycling my nuances,
things are better left at a passing glance
so we start with the sand,
solidify this contraband.
Inhale our breathe the oxygen,
feeding the numbness, exhale what you know
take a passing glance
at stars strewn and sewn.
gleaming up our history
falling from the sky.
like a pop-up books, we used to own as children.
All the lines and lead
symmetry and song,
unify in entropy and pleasantly await
the greeting we recieve
from a new days dawn,
if we open that page.
(this is a bit loathing, but regardless. Emotions are emotions, we should all hope a journal is a place of free-expression.
I am the girl,
who only dreams of making such deep incisions
who dreams of running through your television
who cries for no apparent reason
and breathes through strings that soak the pages.
I decompose into flesh
recycling my nuances,
things are better left at a passing glance
so we start with the sand,
solidify this contraband.
Inhale our breathe the oxygen,
feeding the numbness, exhale what you know
take a passing glance
at stars strewn and sewn.
gleaming up our history
falling from the sky.
like a pop-up books, we used to own as children.
All the lines and lead
symmetry and song,
unify in entropy and pleasantly await
the greeting we recieve
from a new days dawn,
if we open that page.