she kills
a religious mother, a preacher, a teacher, leaching her prayer...."if i die before i wake..." i'll fair just fine, dine with death and speak during my wake, in whatever afterlife i make....
a fable, used to cradle, feeble thinking and a flurry of blurred vision, pieces and ideas, fastened securely yet remaining weak from fiction......
a wax, a mold....best to forget.....each bystander's regret...paths, poured plastered and pathetic....lies...we die and buy for retry...
she talked to me out of fear for this dying i hide inside, but never felt what it feels like to fall from a tree limb and land...on everything i called on and held in my hands......as to who i am......i thought i saw what i was and where i had been...but i watched, as a witness..my end, which began to begin..again..and again and again...
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a fable, used to cradle, feeble thinking and a flurry of blurred vision, pieces and ideas, fastened securely yet remaining weak from fiction......
a wax, a mold....best to forget.....each bystander's regret...paths, poured plastered and pathetic....lies...we die and buy for retry...
she talked to me out of fear for this dying i hide inside, but never felt what it feels like to fall from a tree limb and land...on everything i called on and held in my hands......as to who i am......i thought i saw what i was and where i had been...but i watched, as a witness..my end, which began to begin..again..and again and again...
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