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3before you left you buried the last firefly3
in the darkness
i swallowed my own tongue i tasted being burnt
as my stomach acids went to work
one day i woke up with no recollections of a difference between having my eyes closed and keeping them open
i fell asleep forever it no longer made a difference
by ~dasGummiBarchan
2the storm clouds feed the darkness covering the virgin moon like candyfloss twice the size of a little girls head2
explosions in the sky rattle my thoughts and candyfloss is fickle all huff and puff without a weight to mention
under the virgin moonglow streaming through the languorous rain its irregular direction the hail attacking my raw flesh must be some part of you
reeling me in on anot
by ~dasGummiBarchan
1i am losing weight everyday mathematically1
it makes me worry the only possible way this could eventually end
what is going to happen to my memories to my things to my friends under a live disk defragmentation
soon my weight will not be worth the burden
just so my mother does not cry
by ~dasGummiBarchan
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