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overcooked
Burnt pieces of flesh overcooked on the iron stove hearts of stone boil in the pan hardened by the pressure and the heat and the ache. Overwrought and spoiled we learned how to unravel all the way down to Goodbye
frenzy
Frenzied face all feeling the heat of the excitement tomorrow is just a blink away but oh to get through today mistakes were made and we'll all go mad
tumble
It all tumbled down after word broke that he was arrested and she was pregnant and the chaos was drug induced as always and no one knew where to turn because sights were clouded and judgement was unattainable in these chaotic times youth induced swelling
pairs
Not every pea has a pod not every sock has a match not every animal has a pair to board the arc or kiss goodnight Not every star has a twinkle in its eye as the darkness dominates the sky not every seed has soil Each sentence doesn't need a structure. not every song has meaning.
strung
Strung out on Boredom Watered down enthusiasm on the rocks You said you can't remember the last time you were happy Life's a joke and if you laugh hard enough, maybe the punchline will save us all
sleeved
skin sleeved in ink illustrating the many pot holes of the human mind mistakes memories etched roadmaps but it's all neither here nor there.
pixels
The pixels in your eyes tell me we're just pieces particles woven together by imagination to become what we are and whom we wish and god forbid your pixels mix with mine and then what? What a mixed up imagination this world has
wrath
I felt the wrath. I felt it as it emanated from you pores you looked at me like you used to know me like you used to want to give me the world and now I feel the wrath as it splits you in two I beg your pardon Pardon me while I walk out the backdoor this world isn't for the weak hearted minded boned
wrath
I felt the wrath. I felt it as it eminated from you pores you looked at me like you used to know me like you used to want to give me the world and know I feel the wrath as it splits you in two I beg your pardon
flee
We flee from the meaning as if it were the plague because we don't want to know why or when this life's going to make sense because to live is to die no matter who you are and we spend the whole time loving just to feel we just want to feel
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