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Relinquish the blades.
By pushblood
Relinquish the blades,
Let the split tongue of her genuine blood touch my ground..
I my walk crippled...blind....
One thought less,
Than the toe...
Slow and silver,
Her brain on my thoughts,
And my tongue in between her teeth...
Rotted out,
No core,
No thoughts.
Alone in my chair.
To live is better,
RIGHT?????????????????????????
No love,
no loss
No heart,
no soul,
Not tongue ,
no word,
No fucking place to call my own.
In the next room she may be'
"Loved you once"
NO..
... i will not be......
All this,
justification of hearts he stole him self.
Beach side and broken.
..will she ever come home...
"Forgive my babble at 1:30 in the morning....A hell of a day it's been..~P.B~"
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A former member wrote:
"Slow and silver, Her brain on my thoughts, And my tongue in between her teeth..." This reminds me of how my brain works like clockwork when I'm running on little to no sleep. Ah, insomnia. Pretty pen. This speaks. Never apologize for "babble". It makes for the most intriguing of braintrips.
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