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I miss the time that you missed me, kissed me, 
wishing words wrote were't woeful or wispy
kiss me, close closed eyes keep killing the cold 
can't keep cuddling, coddling old 
memories manifest morgellonite mold 
constantly opening another road
to treat the time taken like up like gold
it's. killing. us. both.

 
I wish the times that you kissed me whistly
warded wild wars with worse words briskly 
but see, Insults minor possess the hosts
lighting up lies as living ghosts 
which took our place. masked our face.
We dwell in a world that's been erased.
Invisible us inside this space
Is. killing. us. both.
Insults Minor
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Insults Minor

I was listening to a bunch of cop-moive type 80's music. I wanted to grab and element out of it and make something from it. This is that.

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