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Doar
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crash and grind of metal forced into unseen circumstances, follow procedures that become obsolete when printed, hunchback thrills, glowing briefly, descending quietly.
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unhinged
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the thing that stops me the teeth that stop me from sliding further down my depression hangs from them straight-armed letting it's weight strip them down the gears of my heart the ones that are supposed to keep turning no matter what the teeth that stop me the black weight hanging stripping them down jagged to smooth so there's nothing stopping me my black weight a rasp or plane smoothing them down there's nothing stopping me i have carefully crafted these tools so while my shoulders ache from hanging on i can grin sadistically at it all that only i placed myself here and as the tooth i'm holding on to slowly grates to smooth and my hands slowly slip i can grin while i'm going down the death grin of a excavated skeleton there's nothing to stop me
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pete
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Syrope
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fear of death is only valid for those not afraid of living i'm a goddamned hypocrite
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unhinged
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i was just trying to think of the name of this poem today....creepy blather_synchronicity
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Fan
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Doar, that is a great poem.
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In_Bloom
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I dare you
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unhinged
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. skeletons dont have the same connotations for me now though
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what's it to you?
who
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