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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin I hid inside the newly bare nail beds chewing on carbon copies of myself my teeth clicked scrubbing the rythm and blues desk iron blood and pipping hot yearning blistering essence corrupting hard structured cores fallen by melted desert clinging like sizzling frying pans I collapsed into tearful sheets and darkened plastic bags that carried soley ripping ribbon ripping ripping tearing searching hands clasped together echoing like wooden side walks and sinful unconscious I ripped my way to you Awoken by the drone of thoughts the pounding of conditioned objects the buzzing of lustful mosquitos I dreamt of dead mothers cherry sweet lips broken homes and cutting hair (‘She broke your throne and she cut your hair’) awoken by the brutal honesty of distant angelic tones by the cool whip of digested experiences and possible regurgitation of them pushed and shoved corrupted abused and broken by bath tubs sinking in awe of the purity found in nakedness bareness of skin and glistening brown thighs I crouched in amenablness yeilding to walls lost in water droplets scorching sanity leaked from creaking pipes Scornful You are full of scorn and scones Sinful and depraved the backyard had no sun spinning twirling I sat int the candlelit closet broken and catergorized as something unearthly I awaited a misguided bus tour and dirtied dresses and bashful grins bashfully you grinned spitting spitting dancing dancing whispered in corse voices we spoke of the age of romantisism dressed in corse skin you said you can not undress your skin caked in muddy love you whiserpered, ‘if you sit on the floor you’ll get dirty’ I spoke of my lifetime and you of yours I bathed in milk last night beside corcodile thumbs and removed my hair like skin against rubber texture and lascivious lips (which seemed to only have significance because they belonged to you) I croaked on about cleanliness The world the earth the dirt became winded and the tippity tap of shoes became quite unbearable the shiftiness of internalized relations became so apparent many seemed to be alone heaviness weighed down upon youngsters and the scent of ciggerettes was a force of beauty and desginated generations Suckle upon my blood The back of my head is hot like melting wax Outside the wild animals roam crouching puncing thrashing Must we join them?
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