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Those traveling shoes with soulless soles She's a bomb I'm a bomb we're all just atomic bombs. Let's hide inside a microwave and scream popcorn Sunday. Kiss me on the pinky because it's summers paint

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The ebbing sea has lost you

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I had no idea I could die, while still breathing next to you.

[themusicismymasterr]

Visit Original Link

Five Years - David Bowie (The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, 1972)

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R.i.p.

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Her operating eyes became a conflagration for existence

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Parched

She contemplates her moments beneath a squiffed glass Drained and sapped by inanimate figures who only seek her once.

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I miss the fear of falling in love.

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Hunger feeds avidity It keeps our drive Reminding my inordinate fumes To stay aplomb I'll trail and pulse daily Amongst these ruptured eyes

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I felt your happiness So I stood far away.

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And just like that Her tides disappeared.

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where the end meet's  beginning's are inhumed like the abyss fear of a child like the drowning gasps of explicable clarity yearning voids contract firmly the hole loves us dearly

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stale and pale, she imitates death so well.

[melisica]

(by Zoë Annesley-Harris)

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she haunts sleeplessly 

the wait never surprised me

saturated mildew,dawdling summer evenings