

Midnight Fistula Horny JacketDarkest espcalon hourglass. Fall before windows broken into shattered waterfalls. Cascade into violent seizure fits. Sometimes I circle ads in the paper looking for something. I circle and square. Tic tac and toe all the letters in the alphabet. Sometimes I find myself in my own home consumed by my own darken ess. Eaten by this whole window of opportunity thing. Sometimes I look within myself just too gaze upon something solidified in ice. A crystal like thing stuck In rainbow form. We are all birds hopped train foot one legged train sky. Darkness fits nicely with the weather man jacket. Cold grey and sometimes rainy./ I feel like this glassMidnight Fistula Horny Jacket
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Maybe if my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much.
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