No Poetic Device
The Hanging Garden
Key Lime Pie
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
Now The World
I Wanna Get A Mohawk (but Mom Won't Let Me Get One)
Porphyria Cutanea Tarda
The Prayer Position
Every single notion burned indelibly.
Every motion leaving scars behind.
All sincere emotion received skeptically with no preparation for life eternal.
Every tear that's fallen brings one thousand floods.
Paper cuts are leaving blood behind.
All the silent laughter ringing piercingly.
I blink making my eyes mine.
Words in their worthlessness, they should be weighted down, but do I truly wish their cessation?
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