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sparrow soured bone marrow no tomorrow voices swallowed sugar bowl worms bellied bullet girl shadows swirl information static calm panic cheating the mile markers such loving hatred master been bated beaten soul should the hours grow mold kill them lightly, because tomorrow will arrive, it doesn’t wait our survive, let’s say goodbye, truth can not Read more
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Not for wealth, for death be dealt among the battlefield, this place where no hearts shall heal, shadows steal voices of those coming home, Back from the ones they left alone, to fight for reasons still unknown, in this war countless lives were thrown, still to no avail, Hopes left frail, smiles die from dreams Read more
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Maybe I’m gone, Maybe I’m dead, Maybe these are dreams of memories in my head, By myself, Alone under stars, Talking to ghosts, Pointing at scars, Wishing away, With nowhere to go, I’m a million miles from anything, And everything’s closed, Paradise is a picture, Anyone can see, I call home to let Mom know, Read more
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In this life… So full of choices Noose tight corsets No more voices Will she see me? Does she know I’m there? Her bones milk white Under skin so fair Skeletal framework Subdermal tear Ethereal her Terrible me This lifeless love Our Salton Sea… Read more
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This time I’ll die Read more
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Budd Dwyer was an American politician, serving as the Treasurer of Pennsylvania in the 1980s. He gained notoriety for his involvement in a bribery scandal. On January 22, 1987, facing imminent conviction, he called a press conference. In a shocking turn, he publicly took his own life, broadcasting the act live on television. Dwyer’s suicide Read more
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She calls down from the T.V. tower I alone cry My pale mistress Come with us Blood still hides in the shadows to remind us I know we’ve been forgotten We’ve been abandoned We’re on our own T.V. tower stands alone Overlords enter homes Trample the bones of our neighbors Ignite the homes of old Read more
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In the time of Dorris Day Echo chamber with an extended stay I have all but gone away Quinn pick up it’s been a day I have tried to fit in good Did what they asked Said what I should This is me now a bit watered down We’ve turned to poison in this town Read more
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Pocket watch ticks Front porch whittle sticks Black and white flicks Back when measles made us sick Like I said boy You gotta strike while the irons hot Gee thanks Dad I really have learned a lot Caught in the moonlight Shoot her in her eye I’ll start the fistfight You be the good guy Read more
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