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Base of This Beast
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. March 26, 2014. When you sit silently beside me, and the tension stretches like thick, stringy taffy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This Is the World Of .
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Base of This Beast: The Last Resort....
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. July 22, 2007. Cut my life into pieces,. This is my last resort,. Suffocation, no breathing,. Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding. Play at Someplace Else.
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Base of This Beast: May 2014
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. May 16, 2014. A Letter to the Lover of my Love. First of all,. I must beg you to. For he deserves to be loved. I hope you love him. Like you love you. The Link...
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Base of This Beast: October 2013
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. October 15, 2013. I'm not going away. Not really. In fact, I am right here. I am just giving you the time to learn to love me. As I love you. Links to this post.
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Base of This Beast: A Letter to the Lover of my Love
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. May 16, 2014. A Letter to the Lover of my Love. First of all,. I must beg you to. For he deserves to be loved. I hope you love him. Like you love you. The Link...
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Base of This Beast: April 2015
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. April 10, 2015. I know when you walk away. I see you walk out, shoulders straight, head held high. Your pride walking two steps behind. When skin is redundant.
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Base of This Beast: The Second Wave...
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. January 15, 2014. Not that we are cruel people. No, no, no. We aren't cruel to others. We are only cruel to the other. You laugh delightedly when I squirm.
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Base of This Beast: January 2014
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. January 15, 2014. Not that we are cruel people. No, no, no. We aren't cruel to others. We are only cruel to the other. You laugh delightedly when I squirm.
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Base of This Beast: July 2014
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A Liar's Guide to the Dreams. In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. and taste distinctly unusual. July 22, 2014. I want to write poems around you. Find those simple words. Which keep on endlessly flowing. With your hand loosely held in mine. Gape at this Ape.
