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The screaming daisies In this Indian summer. Month of May, myself. Blown beyond taste, lost their mind. Tulips, Roses, and nose bleeds. All these scars ... Demolition Lovers ... 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 bjs. ... cocaine nosebleeds, coca cola ... under the bathroom sink lies the tool that pokes her wrist. A tear I lick, blood I taste. What tomorrow brings, nobody fades. Fade away to distant memories black blanket and a hollow symphony. Tattoos and slender legs, Please don't lie but the lips look red. ... cherish today ... ... not to relive tomorrow ... ... not enough ...