

funny valentinean array of fevers all in a row taking their place as their keepers explode some in the air some on the ground some of them gagged the rest of them boundfunny valentine
the plate has been scraped to nearly clean this pain you give is not for free a stack of books in the library has taken your place inside of me
taking on a new design that\'s leatherbound and not quite mine you heave and hurl upon the ground a valentine that\'s black and brown.
spinning through the catologue list, i\'m spinning o


an early june illusionyou never told me what was forbidden to say at the dinner table when they ate my heart and threw the rest of me away i hope it quenced their thirst it\'s like an illusion i had in june of a day in late september when i realized it was you.an early june illusion
you press down on the keys that strike my heart strings but right now i don\'t quite know what that means
it\'s late in the morning and i\'m sitting in my dark recalling on that audience we sang to in the park and you think that she hates you but she loves you more than me as long as you keep


and you cryi see the greens and reds in you and smiling at me you never wanted more than some decorative companyand you cry
today has become the last day to apologize the greens and reds in you are shining too bright for my eyes
you pay for everything in lies, speaking falseness that is in your head but i can\'t forgive. alone in truth and wild demise, today\'s faults are surfacing too late and i just can\'t wait
anymore.
the sun is shining on your face you look to the sky and you cry because you only had to give it a try &n


the last dayi see the greens and reds in you and smiling at me you never wanted more than some decorative companythe last day
today has become the last day to apologize the greens and reds in you are shining too bright for my eyes
you pay for everything in lies, speaking falseness that is in your head but i can\'t forgive. alone in truth and wild demise, today\'s faults are surfacing too late and i just can\'t wait
anymore.
the sun is shining on your face you look to the sky and you cry because you only had to give it a try &n
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
hi.
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one less addiction
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i'm not here
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I like your poems they are really good. I'm not a big poet..just sometimes..I'm also a quiet writer. But my drawing over shadows them. I'll keep you on my watch list cause i'm sure you'll have pleanty more good reading to post.
later mate.
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