February 2012
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mindless words project onto mindless exteriors. lifeless bodies reek of nothing but the ghosts of thoughts that once roamed in the vicinity of their minds. a graveyard of dreams and there are no roses to indicate they have been visited. forgotten.
every thought is now expired aside from her smile that pounds on the back door entrance of my skull. with no hesitation, the locks are undone.
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though things like this
make me sick. in a case like this, i’ll get away with it and in a place like this, i’ll get away with it.
must write more poetry.
