glass throatmemories of gold leeches lining my glass throat choke my eyes and stiffen my tongue.glass throat
a confident march of disease so sour thrilling and granite that I disappear - no scream; just the suction and digestion of my curdled brains keeps the neighbors awake at night: the sound of things being eaten satisfies me because I know
that it’s better than disappearing.
like a bolt of lightning writhing atop a panicking blanket of birds, my insides rise erect and proud to proclaim my end.
secrets
glass leeches
Panic
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I am single-hearted.
It is greatly appreciated.
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+ "A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day." - Emily Dickinson
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Well now, don't you just rock my birkenstocks.
proud member of DApride
~ the panda god
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Robotticelli Superfly
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i think you are a wonderful person.
Aaron
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Okay. I'm done.
*Watches*
Thank you muchly for the compliment and the bit of admiration. I decided to venture over to your gallery, and was instantly drawn to one of your recent deviations, "Am I here?".
I do belive your gallery is equally awesome.
- sarax
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