Suffering
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pretty girls make graves/donkeys under starlight starved in half/worshipped so sweet souls just holes/stuffed with contempt no cure only pain/ scorched into pale eyes sex without love/lifeless like a whore banality and the mundane/drip fed so cute morality no sense/obliterate with regret stained bodies/shackled by stained chains bourgeois so bloody bourgeois/unclean in sin lipstick Read more
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There’s a man by the side of the road. Mummified and spewing, his life is slipping away. Fingers clinging onto fragments, digging in with the fear of god. Of ulcers, bleeding and cancer black. Riddled with tongues, he rolls on the ashes of scorched asphalt. Self inflicted cuts. Torn muscle and open wounds. Too much Read more
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Something to do with the sea, and the way she curls into a ball whilst sleeping. The taste of the ocean air, the moisture that rests upon my flesh. With sunshine illuminating the shore, my mind drifts away to all those lost moments. I can’t say what they are, for that would destroy the magic, Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 