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mommy told me to clean my plate I'm leftover from yesterday tomorrow is a wandering today wondering of tomorrow silver fork sliver natural born killer impaling without the cause-sometimes distractions from eye to eye timid lies follow your nose when you cannot lick the air its strickened despair cubed and packaged when you're full of it just exhale and retaste sour potency swimming in your gut fluttering acrid butterflies feeding from your eyes other voices hidden rooms locked so peek through the key hole pieces of the whole picture framed from curiosity you're raining you're pouring its all so very boring its idle its evil hands strangling air restrictions inhale and swallow nothing but air cruelty is silence a shackle is those words overheard its not so hard to chew less thought than talk I can't talk with my mouth full by eternalslacker |