And on new years, you resolved to make your chaos external. Duress of sickening kinds. A half year blacked out of my mind. No string traced back to a place-marker. Alleviate/erase failed attempts at obstructing machines. Got drained when the crutch became vampiracy. Bit off more that could chew and then swallowed it whole. I choked on your temper when you felt alone. The sirens cry loudly. I am reflexive. I cry loudly. You put my picture in framing hung forever left me strangling called me baby.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 06:45:16 +0000
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