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[oceans_theory]

The wisp of my words trail like smoke signals from my mouth. Lifting softly into the sky, becoming invisible clouds of thought. I lift my brass cup to the heavens and wait for G-D to bless my every sip. Looking and desperate for the sky to open up and for a single finger to rub the lip of my chalice. As my arm gets tired, images of a crucifixion

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[magpie1000]

so
where
what
why
will you be?

not all separately but
in sum.

[oceans_theory]

i will become a confusion that knows it's wrong yet continues pressing forward & will lust constantly and systematically for soft pale skin. i will be a moist tube of flesh with holes on each end waiting for recognition.

[blueyedwithagun]

thanks...
:)