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fumes (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation

my helpless- skin cells on duct tape peeled off in the shape of lips. my helpless, lie down in a distorted muddle of blahs and moans. and take me with you. my helpless- you stay sick on mattresses piled in the shape of a bucket. move with the pieces through the bile and stretch one arm out to pull me in with you. as i helplessly push your hair aside.

FreeFormFixation 5-Nov-05/2:30 AM
damn, i knew i should have added a fourth and a fifth




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