The Sunday Mourning Paper

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i'm a wilted rose plucked, discarded, left exposed -sweet scent of decay

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farewell to spring

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slave driver

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look at what came in the mail today.

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dry fire, cold start.  flat tire, dead heart.

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a change of hands, a passing glance. let's lay among the lilacs. fill my ears with your pretty small talk.

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give me love laced with lies.

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does anyone look at this anymore??

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do i post more artwork??

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see

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searching for my summer muse.

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limerence

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are u back? are u alive? do u have aim?

yes yes no

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sex is love and love is dead.  this feeling i have is a feeling i dread.  hold my heart and heal my head.

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denatured alcohol, gettin drunk af. jk, making perfume for a girl.

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my soul harbors three things: love, regret and pain.

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a brush, graze, caress and sweep. use your kiss to lay me to sleep.