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i am a titan of introspection
DeformedLion

the word is
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   somewhere below
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beyond the wall
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   beyond the all
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encompassing eloquent
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   end of it
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when the wither begins, the first of the huckster
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in the shell room and crack of it from fingers split seam
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reaching out    from it
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not rose, not last, a man made from eggshell
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not glass nor shade, just egg and maybe the hint of petal.
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i wasn't me when 10 years from poem, or a century blown over
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i wasn't pointing, jagged,
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thorn shaped not blood slaked
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old and imbibed
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just a body of blonde encounters, a girl
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soaking my thoughts, pulse; electricity.
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from her to tempo,
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white from having a slack fist
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i knew i should have beat
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myself more. more studiously or tempestuously.
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never give the boy a man to chew, just let him cut his
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throat. spurt out
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listen for the bit where love cracks and leaks out  
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laces
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her to a him,
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countered by the time it takes to wind the clock back
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set it to the beat of that mistake.
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truly the time for a keepsake,
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poem like fucksake
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begin again
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1 Jun 18

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cannot wait good fortune
 — unknown

I will be waiting
 — percocet

my navel button has picked up fluff from my clothes
 — unknown

did you say, 'tight anne' or 'tight-in'? thoughtful piece.
 — cadmium

i think i did the trick, im a pony.
 — DeformedLion

^ maybe a better title
 — DeformedLion

forget if this is what happened, the old one, the uncertainty slid inside your predikshun and blood is bourdeaux, and me then blacked out. First comes the change, then the liars talk story, snug under the ice, about her heat.
 — cadmium

I don't need her,  not in the real. But she is easy to conjure and cinch. I can button up my poem with a quick flash into desolation
 — DeformedLion

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