G.Moore
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CATEGORY
life
Strumming along the interworkings of my out of the box thinking, lined with blood lines and vocal cords
I can hear the devil's music playing a rendition of dance dance revolution on Punnett Squares
Walking...Dead...
Serious in the tele visions playing out in my daymares while flesh eating stress gnaws away at my sanity
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COMMENTS
bluedichotomy says: Heavy <3 |
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Ak rio says: Whoa! That's deep yo great write |
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hymnagen says: I pray you don't have cause to worry about damaging traits. No expectancy should be that heavy. I played roulette with sickle cell but lucked out. Deeply conveyed thoughts! Peace |
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DallasCowgirl says: This is real! Always appreciative of fine art. This piece is no exception. |
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Curiosity t... |
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Jamesia You Got Me Sights like olives Her antennas to the universe drape the earth like veiny tree root... |
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