I have never been this close to wreckage,
my world clock crumbles with a slow tick tock
stretched, thin like saran, again and again
can you see where I am? Wrapped around stress?
Stuttering drunk on the brink of breakdown?
Tears seem too all self fucking pity for this.
It all deserves a better ending.
A chapter heading, a movie title, an obituary.
You see train wrecks coming. The worst part.
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
Blue Jay is here rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges- Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges Moons wax an...
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The Earth with her divine beauty and union is yet to be properly healed But the time is coming, the moment close, where all will be revealed...
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