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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2017 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2017.03.16.05.07.30581]] |
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Can you escape the moment that made you buried underneath concrete? I want to know or I'll stick my tongue out at you and you'll have to be silent. We'll fall down like Humpty Dumpty and wave emotionlessly at hilarity I can't help it, I watch you come down, I watch you enjoy your own downfall, baby. what if you were naked on the subway and not a single soul treated you any differently than anybody else? So how do I get to you; to the hypothetical? How did I get to this point : this frighteningly casual terror? Don't forget how beautiful you are, wouldn't you, my beautiful? Give me your darkest innards spilled out onto the floor with paragonic honesty and divine concupiscence, won't you? I stopped giving a shit when I was 25, I choked on my laughter at the resplendence of a summer night. A Summer Night. and now Things, THINGS; I no longer care about THINGS. |