Curb chokes back
through throat like DEATHGAMES
the kids with right
pills will make
the right hand write
Collect, cacophony, clatter
our lips wont listen
but will shame while Sun
Taunts a rubber soul
back with the weight of awaking
gravity and sleep kill dreams
Downing hard on a place
Where neck base meets
our bodies disintegrating frame
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Best Bestie...
Deathgames rule! I say we incorporate another party-pack deathgame night this week.
Oh yes, and I like our disintegrated frames. We are neat.
Love...
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