"Open your eyes, Clevinger. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead." |


Color Her LonesomeSo turn me upside down & spill my thoughts to the canvas, I'll color you a tragedy. And you'll laugh and you'll cry At the story of a shining girl who lost herself, somewhere between love and longing And the boy with her map scrawled across his chest. And you'll smile at how colorful she is. You should watch closely as the picture paints itself Because mine is a story about a girl with a socket for a heart The boy with the plug that fit so right And how he lit her through and through. And as the story comes to an end, You'll ache with empathy and stare at the blotchColor Her Lonesome


e ee e don’t lie to mee e
e e do tell me
about all of your poetry
oh, e e just show me
what your poems will be
e e you puzzle me
e e write for me
e e speak to me
stanza verse vocally
e e WHAT IS IT
e e i’m glad you get it and we we might
e e i love thee
your work touches me
i get it now it’s structure form free i wish i was your poetry
8Db
...you're up north
...sob
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why so serious?
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if you can't do it naked it's not worth doing!
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and i can't get my new phone until may 19th cause thats when my contract runs out...so for now i'm stuck with a ghetto phone...boooo.
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wrap my eyes in bandages
confessions i see through
i get everything i want
when i get part of you
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Loo, loo, loo, I got some apples. Loo, loo, loo, you got some too. Loo, loo, loo, lets make some applesauce, take off our clothes and loo, loo, loo!-Butters
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wrap my eyes in bandages
confessions i see through
i get everything i want
when i get part of you
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Loo, loo, loo, I got some apples. Loo, loo, loo, you got some too. Loo, loo, loo, lets make some applesauce, take off our clothes and loo, loo, loo!-Butters
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