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broken friendship |
| July 7,2016 I am an artist with words, That I want to fuck the dictionary, impossible symbols to recommends your whole beauty to me, these idiotic poems- what is sanity, and only describe them with symbols and sounds? So that I can forget the way things look here- overbearing? obnoxious? looking everywhere for the blood under the bandages human being that I find with questioning words. why beneath of weeping, why beneath of pain, why beneath of dying, why beneath of sleep. questioning words draw near- I crawl from here to a very dark bedroom without you but clutching this poem, PRIDE along with my life. PRIDE is a kind of slashing of the heart in friendship? Always Emma Jean Hayden |
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