Face down in the margins.

[Catachreses]

You could write for days
But the pains stays
Get it out
Get it out
One of these days
She was a waste
She erased me
And she smiled
At her work
As my blood poured freely
And the canvas
Has stayed red ever since
I'm no longer posing for her
You could write for days
But the pains stays
Get it out
Get it out
One of these days
Laugh at this
Laugh at this
Laugh at this
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a boundary you can never cross.
landmines and electric fence.
so many lies it strangles him like rope.
she was such a w.a.s.t.e.

 

[drea]

 

[amber::]

man, she mustive been a bitch. keep your chin up, or your ego up.. which ever it may be these days.

 

[Catachreses]

man, she mustive been a bitch.

true dat. hey. mos def was wearing your alpha numeric hoodie the other night. very ool.

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a boundary you can never cross.
landmines and electric fence.
so many lies it strangles him like rope.
she was such a w.a.s.t.e.