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Can’t shake the sense that
something is enveloping my body and trying to penetrate at every breaking point. Its voices are trumpets together they put out the light, tuck me in, raise a rubber knife to my chin. So I riot when wriggle: twist your tongue into my body, divide and discount me: Cracking my jaw into tiny and solitary pieces and I’ve got this claw scattering my brain into tough pieces. |
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That's messed up
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The tongue part was good.
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That's messed up I'm glad you could formulate such an intelligent opinion. |
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cool daddy-o, alls you need is some smooth bongos playing in the back ground can you dig.
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Amazing Write!
I really like this one. |
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Let's play with the rubber knife, shall we? (Keep it up. Twisted is ok)
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It seems an expression of how someone is a affecting you. I'm suspecting that you may be writing of the effect felt when one is falling in love. Fascinating imagery!
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I don't know what's more twisted. This writing or the fact that I understand it....
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It seems an expression of how someone is a affecting you. I'm suspecting that you may be writing of the effect felt when one is falling in love. Fascinating imagery! The fact that you understood gives me hope for the rest of 'em. Thank you! |
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