

Bread and ButterI remember globes on wet pavement And trashcan cardboard tables With white powder and rainbow pills Like a dream only halfway dissipated Before consciousness and conscience returnBread and Butter
I envision white coats surrounding me Forcing cold metallic against a tightened throat And saline mixtures through swollen veins To provide free sustenance for my existence Because straight detox would suffocate me And I live for that high
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Mongolak

tragedies.you deserve all the cobweb dreams, fairytale hopes, and explosive love in the world, but i know that i will never be the one to give them to you.tragedies.
you need notes that end with 'ps - you're brighter than twenty-seven silver stars'. i can't bring myself to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them, anyway.
i cut out paper hearts and dreams and gave them to you, but you only ripped them up and said 'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture of golden skies and sunshine smiles, you handed it
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We speak in riddles
Expecting the world
To listen between the lines
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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We speak in riddles
Expecting the world
To listen between the lines
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member of *childrensillustrator
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Embrace the happiness
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Turn your face to the sun, and all the shadows will remain behind you .....
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Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fall in order to to know. Sometimes our visions clear only after our eyes are washed away with tears.
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