Quelling oceans like dew drops in the morning. Radical rotations

loathe the round we go but circles are necessary for social

sophistication. I'll do myself the honors; I'll do myself in if it comes

to really living or being trapped again. I should be titillating acting

like prey but they say I'm low key the aggressor. This is the least

of my grounding and I poke my head out all day to get h-gh on the

fumes of other people. The others I never left behind.. so I carry

them like baggage.

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Sorry for what the cat dragged in because I devoured it like I bagged

it myself. Sorry I can't attain the type of help that makes me a real

person... I can't spend the shells if my weapon refuses to fire...and

then I was lost in the fire for the weekend and I was given to the

frosty part of the forest.

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I lost myself by the light of day and found the sun rising against the

blue beast again. My Dealer got sick from homemade drink and left

me with a love Jones that wilds out...love will out...I put time on a

time out and it stands in the corners of my equilibrium and stays

overnight in a parachute in case time has to jump. Is it my time to

pooch it to another day.

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Washing the kind seconds in love...in love with sex and conquering

the party with handouts...but love should never be handed out to

party goers that just want to escape. Then again who says you

can't escape into love? I'm evolving as I write this so forgive my

evidence of delicate relocation. I'm just sitting here thinking of you

against the world and how I want to team up with you til the bitter

end... unless the end is sweeter than caramel cake...are you awake?

Let me wipe your eyes and put mountains in them. Let me wipe

your eyes and put our Union in them. Let me wipe your eyes and

take our imprint from the heavens and guide you back to what has

been fixed once more. Or do you want me broken?

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