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Rebound in UndercutsAscension gives lift in aviation, as we are the sand in the hourglass emotions launder in sad machines, over your bubble gut spillage as callow "firsts" quiver fresh under memory relapses, we bask in disregards and enchantments torque in correlation to diversities in coral reef exposuresRebound in Undercuts
when the shock of the situation deadens every sincere emotion, new weather seems to bring a polarized focus to penetrate its stake in my indifference The tic-tac excuses you translate in sleep make piecework out of you With my left hand i present you my flipped bird, and with my right the palm of forgiveness &n
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Inhumethey dont know how we sit at night with our sin in the weather and our hearts rejecting our bodies and our calloused fingertips for cold hearted letdowns and the doctrinal expletives that cultivate in the pulsating of our cortex the horrors we forge in carnal retention with tasteless flesh to swallow to circumvent our mischeifs with another irony of fate in the collapse of our investments held brittle in our lifeless hands so the channels of our perceptions cascade from the chakras of our reborn selves and trance into the fleeting flourescent adoleInhume
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Capias for HumanityAs I contemplate the realities of our existenceCapias for Humanity
and the collective of our experiences through a binary state of mind, I fall into nefarious abatement with scandals in the stratosphere. Immaculate arcanas of suspended animation assimilate in perforated idiosyncancies to acclimate an incipient index of exposure for a calibrated pandemic
Corporeal aphesis manifests in a calyx of household names and residual interests The schitzopolis retracts to the blistering core of rhetorics Only an episodic fate to buffer a vetted hollywood ending could resurrect such overtures of awakened thrills
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3 iron stress pock marksI imagine you illegitimately crowdsurfing over a balding audience in colloquial consequence where my phantom friends party, they don't make sense so perfect to the advantages of my chalk outline Dont take this too seriously, I may be dead, but my cryptic soul lingers on Decide, as glistening mandarin syrup glides down the forensic coils of revelation. breakfast is served! As I instigate a retrieval, sin drones cuddle with a demand and verse me under the table3 iron stress pock marks
So once upon a dream of society, marled nightmares act through me my centrifugal leg in the corner portion of the chair, louvered with velvet c
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I dig through the dust in your skull, but I can not seem to find your soul...
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when did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?
the past is no more then a story, the present is almost gone and the future is endless.
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"Though strong, I’m lonely. Though stubborn, I’m easily moved to tears."
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