pressing my fingers
following the furrow
in her brow
the friction of her frown
…is all that slows me down
feel it taut with tension
stringing my inhibitions
thin lines that slip around
to grip my arms
…and pin me down
the soothing murmur
of my listless temper
which could never hold a light
...can always hold me back
…as a stranger in the night














Devious Comments
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A million points of light
out of my head...that i used to throw into a box under
my bed can make someone happy haha
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"What? You want art?!
You take something entirely mundane, and you lie about it,
that's art..."
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"What? You want art?!
You take something entirely mundane, and you lie about it,
that's art..."
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Round here James Dean reigns supreme and we don't give a f*ck about y'all, see?
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"What? You want art?!
You take something entirely mundane, and you lie about it,
that's art..."
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its not your fault i breath its mine for i can not stop
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its not your fault i breath its mine for i can not stop
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