every false tooth
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detoxing sentence structurecomposing the condition of my skin with write-off outlines in 'Dark Pinky Nude'detoxing sentence structure
like the forecast predicted under a magnifying glass discerning the side streets and potholes for recyclables and liner notes inked in alleyways and cardboard sleeping bags and bodies splayed in finest rags to feed the scavengers and Drāno the sewers this circle of life ends with cryptid tubifex.
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by ~Cherubic-Defect
trumpcast a gamble through the wishing well in pinstripes, I host the masquerade: The Jack of Spades,trump
presiding over the pot
which toils thrice, in turns by trouble. dried aspirations, the base of my brew;
to wink my left eye – White 21, "Blast the luck! The cauldron is yours, next in line ante up!" right eye – my namesake –
your chilled white dwarf, sweet richest dessert, I consume with a grin
the smoldering debris from my high stakes winning I blow in a ring of sulfur and screams as I rip on my fiddle, with fiendish fin
by ~Cherubic-Defect
a vagabond romanticsucking breath from my eyes you palpate my soul with appendages in perceived typographical error – the augmented fifth to the minor sixth – tasting all my skin's flora;a vagabond romantic
pungent and bitter sebaceous tears I won't wash away because your paradox [vocal] chords struck like stinging nettle kisses that bled and hardened to shield me from the morning after.
I am Pandora's gift: a jar filled with hope.
by ~Cherubic-Defect
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i think i might have loved youdear geniuses, broken children, lost princesses, mouse-girlsi think i might have loved you
and all the rest of you fucked up denizens of the world inside my skull:
you know everything and then some; you are regular encyclopediae of fairy tale myths disproved and the reality of human cruelty in simpler forms than fists and guns, but here's one more truth-- to me you're all fallen angels, and i'd rip off your wings if it meant i could stitch the gaps closed.
I'd dig my fingers into every wound you thought you imagined had scabbed over, trace every scar with the point of my razorblade tongue if
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after 5 years, I lived that long...
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- Current Residence: Brampton, Ontario, Canada
- Interests: Feeling something meaningful
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: MediaMonkey
- Tools of the Trade: A functioning computer loaded with my music.
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