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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2016 Jun 12 Comment on this Work [[2016.06.12.04.09.26884]] |
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You don't care about me, no you don't, I'll make my guitar traverse my future screams with heavy understanding and I'll put whiskey in your water, you just think you do/ on the vines It's too often that I see lives wasted (like my black sun of a please-work-with-what-you-got 'cause i can't do no better than that life) The vines keep climbing up to the heavens reaching for the end infinitely.  I keep coming back to your face. You say you miss me, but I am sceptical of the meaning of your words when you are young and you are malleable still to the smiling gods above}I think that you think that there is someone else who will allow you to fly. = You were born into catastrophe too easily, makes me feel like I'm the only one without you. Do you know what it's like to miss someone completely, Terribly? But wonderfully how you reconnect and embrace again the thoughts of youth, @I try to deconstruct you I try to de-construct reality. : ; 'Ja, ja, Jesus, come on down, save me, help me, withcy woman, show me a reason to breathe, witchy woman, show me you. | Bar, stop, drink, dig up your..., traversing space outside of Earth, dig up your own grave, + your predicted ending is unsatisfactory, I'm sorry, but I'll have to dissect you until you're clean, you have a fever, you have a lack of aggressiveness that's worrying. _Rooftop, unspoken temptation, lips furious, thighs surrendering completely. Inexorably, child, inexplicably, irresistibly-I'll have you tonight yet. You don't care about me, you know, just yet you just think you do. |