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Afternoon Mind
Alice and Chains screeches the dissonance of deep thought.. I’m transformed to cigarette chains. Curling grass brushes me through imitation iron. Not as good as dry humping in grass fields behind rehab. Wait Wait, my forearm is pasted to star bucks aluminum. The procession of pumpkin spice smiles tempo the day. Rapid wing birds fight the grey sky, triplets dive bombing a Toyota, synchronized. I used to love sleeping arms free, now I clutch a pillow between my legs. Pushing so many hands away definitely isn’t consolation. Fantasy has to rush my mind again, past junkie tales. A cracked wood railing and six ashtrays. Is that a girl, Brushing he hair with smoke. I don’t know her, but am positive she hates me. Her face doesn’t measure happiness, way too cool for model thin. I’m armed with blunt smoke and a ****ing pedestal. Begging for a glimpse behind her skin, I wanna devour the “salt of her fear” Chewing her cotton armor with crafted syllables. Sporting burnt orange and sketching brain eating rabbits. Damn she’s gonna melt me. My eloquent rap rushing without conviction Penance for believing my shared needles were forgotten in stead of pitied. Damn, my tainted infected deadly blood even shivers fantasy… I’m just gonna burn out in one of those ashtrays a hollow black mark melted in plastic spectacled with grey ashes.
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