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Tired or dead? The blue light searing sunrise bird fed chorus
It's always alright to be up this late at night if you're just up to pee but my fathers sleeping still, The dogs head stays fixed to the floor; Tired or dead? The blue light searing sunrise bird fed chorus pretty little pinprick drills against my ear- stuffed with yellow foam keep morning bodies from seeping in; keeps my bed empty my arms empty my whole heart _____ [could burst some nights] [out of love for you as follows: ] failed collegiate aspiring drunks crippled men on limping poles for legs and statuary &*^^^^ don't move and they won't see your illness, stay still, shhhhhh, let the room from sun, blue again keep silent, your words [reports from the aviary] observations of the night class seeping down to tapping fingers open your mouth and there'll be violence I love you
I am always preaching violence with every morning I witness as sleep-trigger // Come on, something's killing everyone get it on paper, feel the pulse deadening just for its revival readying for its arrival and solitude is no sadness like crowded rooms of solitary threesomes, quadsomes quintsomes, sextoms, symptoms like passing out matchbooks and scratching off sulfur on fingertips or what was once a pristine oak finish catscratched keyed like high school desktops you'd imagine hearts and initials rock and roll testimonial how rock and roll is this? [as follows:] I gave up the idea of loud cursing I'm destined with trials in my favor if you favor the quiet boy who even after gin can't scream or whoop or cheer, staring heart shaped in neon two stories up The blue light searing sunrise bird fed chorus
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