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shatter chatterdon't be so sure. that smile won't ever be permanent. but we'll drink to the bottle, our holy practice.shatter chatter
and deeply in disguise we'll put behind us the teetering jaws under florescent lights we'll see each others flaws glued to a bed sheet. or under our chin but thats no shame.
if a perfect moment was possible it would surely be mechanical with a left wing stance in the medieval. where we'd be steaked, burned and quartered. the devils angels whispers hersay. hersay.
by ~NoTrivia
Shark Bait.cross the names off the list because I have my own list to finish while we're here I'll untie you once you're too weak too move, and of course, I saved the best for lastShark Bait.
watching you collecting condolences on the front step of a church as your eyes weep, i could see you smile at every apathetic apology you're living to make them feel bad, looking like a murder victim
don't forget to call home and let you know you still haven't disappeared I'll be driving your ambulance and taking you to my operating room we'll play doctor again, except this time I'll let you choose the game
by ~NoTrivia
untitled."I think we should eat out tonight. I've been killing for some chinese for days now." I had to pause while she spoke, I always did my best to, but sometimes my mouth would run off and it would take more than what it should to stop me. I know this is why she is frustrated with me, though. But, I could have sworn last night I was graced with the presence of perfection. On the way home, we stepped off the subway and came up from underground at about quater after one in the morning. -- I was afraid, the kindle of the pollutant street light, the glow of her amber and blonde hightlight hair and the gleam in her flushed green eyes reminded meuntitled.
by ~NoTrivia
Silhoutte of Our FingertipsIn the black and white, I've begun my loss of control I've celebrated my final wish in mess of my state of mind The final cord was pulled but the effects were shallow the air cut from my mouth was enough to keep my breathing..Silhoutte of Our Fingertips
I am counting the tiles apon the ceiling while you count your heart beat every pointless word meant the world to you coming from these lips I wouldn't have to change my expression and you'd know how i wanted you to feel maybe sometime you could teach me how to get lost in thoughts and not care at all
that line, of mumbled perfection shot my mind again I
by ~NoTrivia
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