

my fearif i could tell you all the things you make me feel, it would shake you up, wont you forgive me. i dont like the way you stare at me. staring, staring, staring at my feet, and the way you touch me as if you didnt know, im feeling it, im feeling it in every bone. your ignorance,my fear
my weakness, im going to pull when you taunt, tug and tug,
its all i want, thinking about you, you’re white linen, stretched over a table, im just trying to make sense of this, the way you talk to me, words like wind, its going on,
im going under,


this againso we are going to do this again. I will fold my hands. Let you look me up and down, and I will think about it. What you are atteempting to communicate with wandering eyes, and awkwardly placed hands. I will let you, when you casually pass by. And when you fall asleep, with stars in your eyes, I won't act surprised. And when you awake in a state of alarm, I will let you crawl out of our cacoon, our infidel womb, and creep out silently. With one eye open, i will watch your goodbye, and i won't say a word, as you exit, again.this again


unfulfilledfill me up, i breathe in, i want to take you into me, like air, feel you circulating in my lungs, infiltrating my blood.unfulfilled
I have been the shell of myself for too long. I want to make these organs feel something voluntary.
When i let you in i want to feel satisfied. Promise you won’t leave me, again, unfulfilled.
I can’t stand here. I can’t stand this anymore.
Your rapacious eyes, devour me, spit me out, chewed and solitary.
You have trained me with length gazes, not to expect anything from you, no


naturebirds fly in patterns, bending branches framing a dusty liquid paper sky.nature
Front window perch. Frozen in the continuity before me, not abandoned, but seperated, from cutting images, natural mysteries, at a time when to be human, is to be, inconsequential, small, compared to the power that bleeds from broken branches, onto a colorless canvas.
Seperated by pathways built upon writhing earth, projections that peirce the newly cracked sky.
Strangers comfortable in destruction, desecrating masterpeices, in return for inst
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2in!!!!!
Have an awesome day!!
Paul
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thanx for your comment. you are from california? that rocks, how is it at the moment? are you studying or working?
we really share quite a lot interests, cool.
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the lights fade out, the streets go dim, as i wait for the return of sin.
indulgence of the weaker mind,
abhor the thought of your last rime.
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I couldn't take it.
I found my replacement.
I'll never wake up next to you..
You wouldn't listen anymore.
No one listens anymore.
You couldn't give it anymore.
It's a blackout..
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