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I would if I could but I cant so I wonât---
Hold me today
-the sunset fell ontop of --scrape me off these boards---inject me high into the sky and never again say your bored---dyeâdye dye the sky with the color of my gut bileâmixed in tears we cried the ones that left stains on the sundial----Hot pink magenta was theâedible fluorescent glow-ââdrooping home soaked in sun ink--- stumbling clutching sunny companyâugly underneath----tryin to rub off on somebody (and shed a little muddy light-stunning rightâa walking talking contradiction---found freedom in free falling theâthe ground will mold my imprint---it was good while it lastedâbad cuz it doesnât I feel like a had it---but sold it for drugsâand I would be an addict if the basement didnât have such an underlying truth that I believe I needed so badâ
-I Read what you wrote before I dove-I donât know If I can float my hands wont holdâresult is inevitable---
Chrorusâ
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spoutâout came his brainsâdead cells that he felt melt---in went the train of polluted chemicals---cho cho---oozing dripping out his mouth-down his soulâup his throatâout into the open---whats now exposed---has drowned folksâmost poke heads out disgustedâthe smoke is blown into the backsidesânow someone left it open-----the moment that you float in is air pollutedu003du003dpotent --viper---hyperactive-atomic massesâbouncing off walls---hitting the fanâwith no evidence---fingerprints were not found----isnât this ironic---erratic static----is byproductsâof my myopic knowledge---grafts-are stabbed when eye openers---pry on it----lenses---stretched a bit âwide and ripped so violentâthat pilots up high above us----think that the violetsâhave been dyed with----vibrant colors of comfort and high respect but others have not annilated it---I recommendâyou fry all eight âreal quick---
grow proportional to birth pains of the planet-- watch it pulsateâmake love to mother nature just to see her molten heart break---I love hearing myself think-I like to see you try -I can the smell the taste of how I felt the day I thought I was a star-supernova realization lets shoot down the shooting star and suck whats left of life in it before its light begins to scar---âill spit my sorry soul down your apologetic throat---I hope you toke your pillsâthat acid refluxâmight cause you to choke-you mine as wellâI wish you wellâ--âI bet you wouldâbut whos to tell------donât be that could ve shouldve man---who wouldâve if he knew he could but should had when he pulled the scab but didnât all because of youâand now your sad mad---chewin on what you could have consumedâ
-yourre chewing on what you could have consumed.
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