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Wading in shallow pools of broken glass we all choke and bleed'
sweet vermouth and sour realities we stop frozen with in the waves.
Our limbs are painetd and like a statue of zeus we stay there lifeless and ignored.
Thunder bolts of rivoting pain haunt us with caresses of our lonliness;
Where is the relief? why can't the life settle back in our veins and remove the bitter taste of empty bottles of wine?
Treason; we leave desperate and somber; holy reverance as seperate lashings of wire cut into my skin chipping away the paint leaving us raptured and turned over no longer solid and diminishing, our hunger builds and overlaps society's inner sanity.
Seduction; It grows with-in society one last toast as we dangle like silver earrings punctioring holes into delicate flesh
Let us drink once more.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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