Odist_Abettor
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Summer of '11
in his own singular prison cell
with every single toy
he's locked alone, the empty home
for the empty little boy
with broken strings and needle stings
the sleepless silent corpse
will disappoint the caretakers
but mostly just himself
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Eating Glue Because You Told Me Not To
No One Left to Blame
Re: You
With friends like these...
An Insufficient Architecture
wide-eyed wonder
a facility of shortcomings
Intrinsic as the Motive
Grow Into It
Summer of '11
distinctly yours
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