

AsylumAsylumAsylum
Place of peace Rest of worries Protection from all the
dark things that scurry.
Metal cage. Cold air. I feel insects squirming in my hair.
Mahogany wood sings as you step, cinnamon breeze flows as pastry is baked
Iron rasps just before gruel is thrown. my tongue licks it off the rugged floor
Sun breathes on my skin, the zephyr swings the cotton at my ankles
No sight But there is smell and texture of blood and waste
Mama's soft kiss,


Please?Ever since the detection of my disease many have kicked me as I search on hand and knees As I fight and strive to keep alive While I feel like my own body is against me And I've encountered shun from nearly everyone to the point wherePlease?
I've looked down the barrel of my own gun
I don't have the black plague If I kiss you my disease won't kill you If I hug you I guarantee I won't infect you If we share the remote to the tv you'll remain as healthy as can be and if you smile I'll still be filled with glee I'm still the s
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I read the news today, oh boy...
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-+ BRASIL +- kenzo. '09
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"I'd be better off teaching fossilized algae the macarena." -Lisa, on I-don't-know-what.
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I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground so you can never leave.
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When spring comes . . .
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Don't follow in my footsteps... I walk into walls O_o
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"I'm a doctor, not a signature!"
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Don't follow in my footsteps... I walk into walls O_o
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