Hot. Cold. Laughing. Crying. Light. Deep.
A flickering light.That never shuts off. That's me.
A flickering light.That never shuts off. That's me.
Disregard the misconceptions of hostility in the act of lying. It is just a mechanism brought to us first by Darwin. A bird nips at the soil, her beak raw from the tragic repetition of giving and giving.
I have this image of you holding a bloody heart, kind of sunken. When this girl needed help the most you tore out your heart to give it to her but her body rejected it and attacked it. It's a natural reaction, like allergies.
It was there where she left you,
Under Canada splayed upon the crucifix,
It was there where the titans fell,
Into the webbed palms of the
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