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He came to church last night clutching a bible to his chest. He told her it held the path to heaven. Once they got home he showed her the secret between the pages of genisis and revolations. A condom tucked away within the psalms.
(last night the fire of hell flowed like electric through their veins)
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My mother believes in innocence; mother believes in lies. His lips kissed down my spine undoing virgin stiches while I did his jeans. I was gasping for breath and drowing within deep indigo sheets. Maybe its best that mother still believes


The Only Moment We Were AloneI dreamt of you last night. And I find it odd since it's been nearly a year since you were here. Sometimes when I close my eyes I find that you being 365 days away isn't so hard to stomach.The Only Moment We Were Alone
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But that doesn't mean I don't miss the butterflies that used to make their nest there
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You were there in my dream. We were driving in an endless circle at the speed of sound while the world rushed together in an array of kaleidoscope colors. Our fingers laced together, lips touching. I really felt you last night.
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I swear I wasn't kissing a memories ghost at dawn this morning


This Isn't What Wings Are ForShe stares into the dirty mirror; the reflection looking back is one she wishes would disappear. The make up she applies to her face doesnt create a monster. It destroys something beautiful.This Isn't What Wings Are For
Hands tremble as the skin peels back into open stitches, the black smeared on her eyes are make believe bruises and she sprays it all in place with carbon monoxide gas. What a pretty little monster
(but inside shes just as ugly as she ever was)
They sit in silence as he speeds down the interstate; they blur together like the faceless strangers of city nights. Her eyes catch the light and reflect a KFC sig
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Where I go, I just don't know,
I got to, got to, gotta take it slow.
When I find my peace of mind,
I'm gonna give you some of my good time...
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