Gun cocked toward my foot and bleeding stupidity off into the sunset.


HistoryShe could have ran like a specter through the trees Had they not been thin, strangled joshua's She dreamed of the looming oaks, the gentle sobbing willows A place where the river grew too wide The place where he dove waist-deep anywayHistory
There was familiarity, a touch of knowing that was Impossible Familiarity too poignant, too psychosomatic
'I know you' she uttered in a thousand year old dream
She avoids psychics She's afraid they'll see The tooth and nail denying
There's a certain exhaustion in living everyday, without living See without seeing


AmensalismFrozen heart warmed in anguish, left to drip bleed prismatic drops into waiting mouths. The voice muted, psychic thoughts divined through ether and copper connections. Wail became scream, became echo The only ear pressed to the wall was brick and asbestos. Searching, with eye of gemini fire for something missing from the satin.Amensalism
But it dissolved, in the chasm between selves. Halves that became whole, cracked until the chinks made the fit impossible. Diseased spirit sucked down through the copper, injected into a more capable body.
Proper channels to expose symptoms of violence and fancy,
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~Albert Einstein~
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Ayhan Tomak
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