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— AND THE BLOOD ON MY TEETH, BEGINS TO TASTE LIKE A POEM ,

LIKE RELIGION. #Eryx.
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now the mask slips off. now you see me in all my horrible glory.
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some nights, when i can’t sleep, i imagine my father as a little boy. i curl up in the canyon between his front teeth and i rest as easily as he.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❨ @APATHETlSM ❩ ⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝔞ll 𝔦 need is ⠀ ⠀ 𝔞 little bit of hope, ⠀ that 𝔪aybe 𝓈omeday 𝔦’ll be ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝑔𝘪𝘳𝘭 for you 𝔞gain. ⠀
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“ You are doing it again, looking at me like that until you change my opinion.”
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Right, I forgot how terribly you really are with friendships. Either way, there’s some more Bourbon in the cellar.
Hey, it's either company or bourbon . . . and I'm running low.
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// I have a dentist appointment in approximately 7 hours, an 8hr shift and a party upcoming, yet here I am.
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( Brunette coated cranium slips towards its right side, digits of solemn chaos tightened around crystal whiskey glass — bringing it towards thin lined brims. Taking a fast sip, he swallowed his drink, clearing his throat. ) “ Go ahead, I’ve told you that —
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— my honour does not have to do with liabilities. Now, you are also aware that I despise drinking alone. So, why are you leaving so soon?”
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and maybe not destroying the thing you love —— resisting that impulse —— is the highest expression of love.
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and what can i tell you, my brother, my killer? what can i possibly say? i guess that i miss you, i guess i forgive you. i’m glad you stood in my way.
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the corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue, the wanting. the first poem in the world is: i want to eat.
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( Calloused appendages began threading through brunette silky locks, the scent of her drowning him within her abyss . He could not remember yet again how he ended up with her — even after the curfew his father had invented.) @seducedu .
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everything i’ve written is yours. what i’ll write in the future is yours. and since you’re a part of everything i do, i am yours, too.
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