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I'm screaming daisies, on this Indian Summer. Month of May, myself. Blown beyond taste, lost thy mind. Tulips, Roses and Nose Bleeds. All these scars... DEMOLITION lover... Crack my skull to be with you, I lick your taste, like morning dew. All forsaken is all that we knew, ... the colors outside of the box ... rain clouds, robots and hand grenades; charismatic protagonists and Barbie doll BJ's ...Cocaine nosebleeds, Coca Cola ... under the bathroom sink lies the tool that pokes her wrist. A tear I lick, blood taste. What tomorrow brings, nobody fades. Fade away to distant memories Black blanket and a hollow symphony. Tattoos and slender legs, Hips don't lie but the lips look red ...cherish today ... ... not to relive tomorrow ... ... not enough ...