

even meyour fingers are purple and cold they're lacking a certain kind of circulation 'it happens when you smoke to much' is your educated guesseven me
your words hit my spine like icy scales a swindler has heavier fingers then that and i gasp as blue ventricles turn red 'everything is a lack of oxygen'
i like the way you pretend when you court me and we dance like ive got you intoxicated with my romance but i know we'll be parting in a few more notes
we aren't sad when your frozen hands quit crushing mine we aren't so angry when i slip into another &nb


earth sized eggsthe stitches that keep my seems togetherearth sized eggs
are wearing thin.
the patchworks falling to pieces,
landing in heaps on the hardwood. our twisted fingers are breaking beneath the strain of this uncommon disease cause it's suffocating and choking us, when we go out for air we go out windows and land in tiny chairs they heave beneath our heaviness, groaning as they protest the weight upon their shoulders let us down, let us down we protest and riot but the tiny chairs are ballerina's spinning on their cherry wood legs, around and around and theres no end and t
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I may be a loser.
But I'm the awesomest loser that you will ever know.
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icon made by ~ThePirateBat
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I may be a loser.
But I'm the awesomest loser that you will ever know.
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icon made by ~ThePirateBat
Thank you for the watch, (:
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