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Loves me I Love

{i love}
coalesced:
jaggedly staining the bleached Fibers.
scratched:
shamelessly tormenting in
crosshatch(layered:
darkened) whiteness
chaos:
sharply piercing cold neighbors.
photograph,
resemble the model
within the mind.
Appending:
Loiter: retrace(your steps)
Love: (breeding mutations)
until ambrosial:
espy shadowy (ledges?)
Opening[unraveling] the (twined
wisps of my) mind
commend: their contours
whom [Nurture
womb.mind.sight]
{loves me}

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r a p e

selfish babii
you like to play and tease her all the time
talk about other gurls...make her jealous
flirt with her all the time
you never call her...your so fake
you give her nightmares
you make her slit her wrists
you make her feel special
you make her miss you
wen your not around
during those lonely nights
you make her scream
you just cant understand
did you kno she loved you?
did you ever listen to her?
with you she always cried
she hates when they stare
she hates you
she continuously fights with herself
your so selfish
you hurt her
you killed her
m.u.r.d.e.r.e.r.

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Here is The Church...

 Here is the church,
and here is the steeple
 Open and see
all the hypocrite people

 Here is the preacher
and here is the choir
 They sing while he talks
of brimstone and fire

 Here are the deacons
and here are their wives
 They gossip like bees
buzzing in hives

 Here are the people
with arms raised high
 Some give a fuck
but most pass you by

 Here is the cross
in the front by the stage
 All a pretty picture
until you turn the page

 And of course...

 Here's the frightening message
that all comes with it

 But tell me...

 What the hell is religion
if you're scared into it?

Read Jade's review of Here is The Church... »

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