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object of obscenity poetry entry #1
Category: Writing and Poetry
im so alone these days i break my own hands in honor of the self inflicted suicide like carving my own throat out:i am uninhabited and forced to suffer in my own cradle lulled to sleep by a repetitious imagination the idea birthed out of an inexperienced eye black void of my own choked out conscious; fade to black with your hands around my neck. have you ever looked so hollow? in this place: i won... » Continue Reading