vicious flaming head
suspending heaven as we know it now
walk over me
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i'm in the bedroom, i'm in the shower, i'm in the kitchen. every day's the same and i know it all too well. i'm handing you an empty cup with my palm facing the floor. what if it just slipped out of my hand? the sound of the ceramic shattering would start my heart up again. i feel my head tilting slightly to the right even though i'm not moving at all. i stare right at the flashing lights without blinking. i can't tell the difference between here nor there.
melting
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