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Im tired of explaining myself I just want to write shit that only means what i feel and nothing that makes sense. Goodnight and goodluck

My night is a nicotine colored dream in the key of im tired
A soliloquy of FUCK
*in all caps of course*
FUCK wasnt meant for the lower
The word im looking for Sherlock would take
I.E the case
Once in a lifetime her limbs held more than the bones of dreams
Her lifetime ended in her loveline
Somewhere his name in written in the supple cup of the flesh behind her knee
Where once she'd turn to jello at the invasion of his breath
Achilles didnt have shit on this weakness
She still wore her heels
His Achilles that once was
If you could bottle sorrow could you sell it?
If so she still wouldnt have shit
This girl dots her I's with tiny "FUCK YOUS"
She sent him a letter with nothing but vertical lines
There was no brevity in this goodbye
Kissing off sorrow one night at a time
Signed IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII