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Wednesday, September 21, 2011


shut up and cry with me.

take a walk along the shore
watch piano island burn

burn piano island,burn.

everything that we had learned,
sparred for and deemed worthy
has turned to a silouette in which

every breath is a bomb

so long.

there the skulls raise up from the earth.convulse into form
and I bash my own into red walls

fall comes early

I raise up with a fractured frontol lobe

I need a spinal tap

clap for this,I take blows as I bow off of the sternum

into the vortex

where we



and the whole ordeals a climax,

the zenith was months ago


holy lonesome road

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