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There is soul
and there is melody
which are two different things;
there is trouble in March
and the dead end you
knew nothing of
before.

There was the drone of the spaceship,
but in truth
the universe is silent
and I took the eye and ear drugs,
which resulted in fever
and loud throwing up in the early mornings,
so I shot the idols and knelt  
with death metal in the car;
with long darkness in my mind
and a hard puzzle in my hair,

but in truth
there weren't enough
priest machines
to keep me alive
as I stumbled down the stairs;
he walks past me and I strain
to hide that I'm afraid.

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©2007-2009 ~AnnaInAdottedDress
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:iconjon-law:
I like the latter part of the second stanza, and the end leaves me with something. I'm not sure what, exactly, but it's something.

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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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it makes me sad in that bottom of your stomach kind of way.

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Queen of the Internet
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ich vermiss dich so
ich verstahn dich so
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but in truth
there weren't enough
priest machines
to keep me alive
as I stumbled down the stairs;


I enjoyed this part quite a lot.

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The fiery windowsills of a setting sun.

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