thanksgivingThere used to be a picture of your daughter here.thanksgiving
It all started when she began to wear black and listen to joy division.
You caught her smoking and she broke her mirror.
She said she wanted to juggle for the circus. She liked to read in the park and dig for treasure in the backyard.
You caught her with her girlfriend and told her to wash her hair,
You started to pretend that the girl you knew now wasn’t there.
And then one day she was gone. She got in her car and raced for the sunset, I hear she finally joined the circus. &
getting off topicThe ink keeps falling on the page but I keep getting farther from the truth. Grocery stores and maudlin coming of age movies keep getting in the way. That’s right. I said maudlin.getting off topic
I’m too old and my body’s too young. Still wanna buy me a drink?
I am only pretending to write this poem.
C’est ne pas une pipe. Magrite may have told us something about giant fruit and tiny rooms, But I still don’t know how to write this poem.
I’m not a writer, I’m not a speaker, I’m not an artist and I’m not a thinker. And I probably won’t really hear you
like a book upon A shelf
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Man your battlestations, we'll have you dead pretty soon.
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Man your battlestations, we'll have you dead pretty soon.
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Man your battlestations, we'll have you dead pretty soon.
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Solid. Like a rubber band.
::disapears in a cloud of purple confused smoke::
~autumn~
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~AutumnSkye
i just want to be left alone here with my monsters
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