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spoiledwhite walls in white halls where white hair wears dull eyes.fixed stares from in rocking chairs watch the dandelions die.rusty nails from musty air takes little care of weak lungs.silencing the mutants leaves no patience for their quiet tongues.cold dinner makes waists thinner and wastes thinner.ambrosian glares whisper silent dares of smiling at the bingo winner.thick glass between stale skin and green grass.knitting needles weave rag beatles in hopes to bypass the hour glass.crooked teeth and crooked backs.wheezing laughs.another brown page turned and another one sighs.another sunset is spoiled by bedtime and another one dies.scrabble tables fable adventures.slightly, to say politely, disabled ladies choke on dentures.the dumb hum of life machines are a thick screen between this and freedom.beeps and buttons that condom death's heavenly kingdom.visitors don't pour through the doors anymore.no one comes to visit mum, to kiss and rub her sores.grandpa's not so grand n
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its the good kind of hateI worked ten hours straightno I wont come over nowto cuddle and be cutenot this time of nighttry someone elseyou are a prickselfish and insanevane senilevileewAnd then there is a change of lightYoure so different in this boxwith your eyes torn outyour mouth torn openshut up pleaseno dont gopour a littlemorelie (oooo)intome please6 am Coffee Time bagelshow can that be awesome?5 minutes of your time10 nights no sleep of mineam I cute yet?will you cave yet?fine well hang outnext Fridayyaymy butterflies just flat lined.
bonnie harlotsthey dance with flowers in their hairsingingsongs of fornication whispered to the heavy air.lewdeyes gaze wildly at the babbling streamand small children go missingfollowed by sweet screams.lips blood blue and skin so fair.lushedin light blue garmentssmiling through shy bangsdrunken under shrunken treesthat kneel to shield the ladies three.they chant for robust ataraxia.the wine pours forthand as long asthey bow to the norththeir goblets never empty.follow them to the brushwood where everything comes to lifeat night.watch the dance of amorous ragewage your very soul to engagein the empty passions of the witches three.bathe in waters crystallinethat stinglike acid sinundress and suppressthoughts of transgression and guiltand adulterate until the sun peeks into the darkness.and the villagers set out to find us.
to squeeze you into the mouldyou make me sick in my tummyyou're getting all touchyfeely.get off of the floor and laydown in your bed.I just adore your slurringof what you want to do instead.whipe your mouthill help you take your clothes off,sleep close.sleep tight.don't mind the voices around our headsdon't mind the lights under the doortime is on the outside of usand everyone out there is a bore.im really beginning to likethe way you look when you're wastedit's a shame that you taste so badit's a shame your words are heavy and pastedand cut from magazines.but ill ignore the puns and the clichesand cut and pastemy own persona to replace the truths about you.that's what I always do.you see im good at lying to myselfso you don't have to.so slip under the covers,slip some hands down my skin.we could almost look like loversif you'd just hide that absent grin.fix your hairandspread your arms,fit nicely in my pseudo mental picture of content ...to delay the spread of time it takes me to