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bedroom of my mind.
The bedroom of my mind
Has baby pink carpet
Torn up in thick pink lines
Like their scars on my skin
Exposed floorboards
An empty master bed
A hysterical woman sobbing
With her knives
That she uses to threaten everyone
"touch me as if your life depended on it" she ordered me through her slimy smile
My shaking hand caressed her face
So tenderly
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blurry.
i close the door now ( Read more... ) -
veneno.
poison on my tongue
tongue sharp as a blade
i am dying to live -
drink.
I feel love ( Read more... ) -
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acceptance is what he feels, with each kiss, each sigh, her body moves with his, not against him, with him ( Read more... ) -
damn dam.
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strange.
the strange part is that i am no longer sad ( Read more... ) -
race.
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liar.
i tell myself with my tongue
there is a difference between:
not saying what is true
and saying what is false
"but is there?", ask my eyes.
"there is", my tongue replies.
there is a difference
between lies of my tongue
and lies of my eyes
logic agrees with my tongue
but not my eyes