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napo was my diary



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Fri May 19, 2017 1:24 pm
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Spoiler! :
watch me do napo forever except more inconsistent and always bad

1.

on the playground with blisters on my palms
laying on my back - not breathing
give the poor the alms before they
empty all their pockets on a childish stick of gum
all i ever did was play on jungle gyms
just for fun

i licked my shoes because you dared me
flossed my teeth because you shared these
popcorn candies that I shouldn't even have
eaten in the first place

i always listened to the needy,
had a cliche heart, was bleeding
for the lonely ones the homeless ones
who lost it all
and no one
...sees them
(no one sees)

pick myself up off the woodchip flooring
pushing through the pain, ignoring
that three minutes passed - i almost passed
into the aftermath
while others never
had a chance
...to laugh
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.

  





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Fri May 19, 2017 1:48 pm
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2.

mark me as the rocket kid
shooting off in every direction but running short
as my flame fizzles out and my perfume
turns to burnt lasagne and fuel overused
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.

  





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Mon May 29, 2017 8:52 pm
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soundofmind says...



3.

feathery feelings
i am unsure of how i
should feel about you
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.

  








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