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Social Suicide

Author: mrmundane
ASL Info:    20/m/vancouver bc
Elite Ratio:    2.4 - 47 /96 /78
Words: 301
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Social Suicide

Leaning inside a turfier of insides
Battling those demons She held contained
Mistakenly letting go of all that brick work
Left there, forever; squeezing out an overcoat of stains
Absorbing Flesh into flesh additionnnallll chemicalss
Mespellin wooords all overrr the placeee
It made little to no difference. Onwards.
It was insecure to have forbidden herself to change
Charge on...
Into a new allegro
Truant, fresh-faced
Let in sunbeam serenades
Dancing beneath your purpled ribcage
Trek into a vibration of sounding range
Together planted forever
In the steamboats of cardinal Mississippi steam
Forget all thems troubles, m' darlin'
The points you've been staring at have been, in your eyes, backwards
Even more wilderness will grow unseen
As elastic firmly brushes the senses
It bends into the sweet smell of futuristic chain-link fences
Navigating by that forgotten north star
Blinging in that ghetto strange
As the brightness burns us brightly into our dazzling dreams
Pupils dilate like those tree frogs' drinking dew drenched leaves
Due for that final exam
The examination of holes in absolutes
Of mad, manic academia
Read with written quills
Sometimes moralizers aren't moralizing the deviated
And in mornings of decaffeinated retrospection
Plucking within at inner coals
Those cobbled stress tests fail with gentle pulls
and when the black and black lines hinder
and red lines and white lines and the yellow win our favor
Tapping into these unilateral taboos
Stripping thoughts to the bare absence of chatter
Into a purgation of clutter, about to explode
Just a stupefied expression describes just how relaxing it had been
To finally click into who i was and what, the hell, i'd been
To experience the truest sublineation never learned but simply known
To seclude the ego to it's vacation home
Everything in a perfect, sublime, cease
In this untarnished

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