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NoNameNumber6 — Wernicke-Korsakoff Syndrome
Published: 2009-07-08 09:32:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 37; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 7
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Description i collect dust and diamonds
behind burnt vision
and sleep every night
drenched in my own
vanity and selfish desires.
the mystifying pressure rises like
corkscrews before eruption,
until sweet charity cascades
in such a pure manner it washes
my hands with rich intoxication
and mists my mind with
clouded misinterpretations that feel
nothing but right,
said at the best time
until my liver decomposes
and disintegrates my spine,
because i'd want nothing more
than to taste your sweet wine
pouring profusely mouthfuls at a time
into my spirit and beyond my flesh
until you're revolting inside me whispering death
and vows that mean nothing but my own specious world,
cunning and sweet til carefully unfurled,
and it's love. because books spit sympathy,
and facts that contribute to hallucinated mysteries
ominous and tucked in the corners of my eyes
collected religiously, strategically and wisely
over diamonds and dust, polished successfully and now new-
would the overpriced luster light immanently blind you?
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Comments: 3

notsovulnerable [2009-07-27 23:23:52 +0000 UTC]

Reminds me of alcoholism.
Nice.

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NoNameNumber6 In reply to notsovulnerable [2009-07-28 01:06:12 +0000 UTC]

haha yes! That's what I was going for: drunk love.

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notsovulnerable In reply to NoNameNumber6 [2009-07-28 04:15:50 +0000 UTC]

Cool, I got it right!

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