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  • tear the petals off of you, make you tell the truth // Hole

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the film is at it's last clip
a nanosecond of trust
i see her hips thrust forth to yours

a momentary pause; a pregnant kiss

i see you work your hardest
to keep her satisfied
as i'm trapped inside your closet
i can even see her smile

she knows the games you play
she knows another has been in her bed
but bent in a different way

she's twisting you, corrupting
perverting your desires

she knows you'll never love her
not the way you love me
and yet she still aspires

the money in my palm
the beating in my brain
is no match for her eyes
as they burst cold metal grey

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

xdavidabramx’s Poems (44)

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the body 1
Snow Gutter 0
X's And O's 0
Movies 0
Head 0
Mind (Lines O) 1
Heart (Lines X) 0
Sucker/Snippe
t
0
Easter 2
Voodoo 0
Backseat 1
Dear Rita 0
Slender/Necki
ng
0
Medulla 2
Chocolate 0
Mirror 1
Fuck You 2
Moving 1
Utopia 1
Forgivenes 1
Daddy 4
Like You 1
Monster 1
No More 0
I Love You 2
Twist 0
Purple 2
Breathing 0
Hell 2
Heaven 1
The Shore 1
Aerial 0
Ecstatic Process 0
Tell Me A Lie 0
I Remember 2
All I Need 2
Happiness 1
Mine Are Open Wide (Alas De Par En Par) 1
That I Would Be Good 0
Her Name Was Kitty 2
Je Veux 0
Property Of [Reprise] 2
Property Of 1
I Deserve It 0