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Aesthetic this is the wave behind the past propelling it forward this is the wave behind the future being pushed backwards colliding with me to make the present every other word on your face i did not recognize every other taste on your breath had been sampled before split seconds scored ample artilleries alert this is time in a vacuum a minute too late and a dollar short We set our dreams on fire meanwhile I have never seen so many breast implants screaming for their lives. wet money drips dye at the wake up call scoriae ashes half forgotten mixed with diluted apathy form the pond scum of dried blood that chalks off under your tree house built from bone at the cemetery of holocaustic foliage i canít forget who i am unable to divorce from entrapment containment this is who i am brittle bone-bag crying anonymity in the house marked eternity you think i donít know crystalline curiosity killed the girl and made the man iíve felt this pretense before waking up with mud on my plate lust on my pallet unable to attain unable to atone the object of the mire.
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