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Death in an agricultural town
Splintering
The Drowning braid
Fire drill
Orchids and Sandcastles
Fallen amber
Hey Hey Whiteboy
Daughter
Towing Jehovah
Lacerate
Pain
Redneck
Shafted of my social weaponry
The sons of the Catfish
The same
The Red Spring Heron
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| Hes like an itch,he gets under the skin like a hidden watermark or limescale build up,he prevents work and even imagination and hes never EVER wrong.he stops me thinking like the kind of pills they say i should take. the roofs all slope into one another, seemingly at random heights as if a different architect designed each house with little regard to the surroundings but yet somehow they all fit together beautifully the moss covering any untidy joins and the tiles all the same dark, almost black colour due to it never stopping raining,at night from up high they lookcosy and this is perhaps for the simple fact that sky lights become visible and in this cold,stony,crumbling cement,wet and uninviting landscape you can peek into the beautifully furnished houses within, you can occasionally see the tops of peoples heads, you can see wicker chairs and the flickering light of a television, you can see a lot of beds and occasionally cats curled up upon them.i feel a distinct warmth when i look accross the roofsat bedtime and if i see a skylight go out i almost feel like wishing them goodnight.. salt wish never/eagle france salt immature girl delicate lose> mother daughter love always protect like a copyright she trys, sometimes too hard, they never seem to let up,she trys,she gives,she bends, she breaks,she hurts and she's tired and crying but they want more than she can give but they dont stop. shes broken. my little girl is broken. i hold her broken frame and rest her head on my shoulder, i run my finger up and down her spine, dress her in warm winter clothes - feed her soup, we live on wild mushrooms. they wont touch her anymore she's safe and in our playground on the swings and the slides on the rope bridges andtrampoline. i will catch her when she falls. i looked into her eyes and saw the pain that i couldnt heal. i'm intimidated i miss you |
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