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Dipped in white creamy glory
Chuckle from my words
your stringy taste is like a symphony inside my mouth.
STOP, tab G, spellcheck girl!
another dip, another lick, another crunch.
BACKSPACE.
smeared around, is it in my hair?
flowing, flowing, FAILURE
I desire communication, recognition.
damn my horrid spelling is that why everyone stays away?
toothbrushes are odd
BLUE YELLOW RED BLUE GRAY GREEN WHITE FOREVER
I HEAR YOUR SCREAMS
I should have used caps lock
my brain is turning emotions spinning
why are we so damn complicated.
Should I talk to her or keep logging off...
What part of the chicken is this from?
walk through the door, message me, kill this feeling.
angle outside my window
sure as hell isn't holly
GO GO STOP
Big eyes face
chuckling I SPELT THAT RIGHT! But not that.
I stole a bike when I was ten from a highschool
now im old and grading
where does the time go?
- Title: Distracted
- Artist: Aviicide
- Description: A poem in a weird state of mind
- Date: 01/31/2011
- Tags: touch sweat
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