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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Arts · #2164991
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girl curled in arms hoisting the boy without handout
..

I whisper his name
Candyman/Candyman/Candyman
it twisters through frames by frame unchanged
CaNdYman
CANDYMAN
vein's blister to splinter vein's lifted same as I, in I finally find prey in pray
listened out my name faint
of whatever was missing in that complaint

(now something is propped)
and hopefully never lost
in me out
THE SANE

..intro..
now here I am

I take an oath and spread my breath as thick as air
breathe in the remains' of myself mirrored in mere despair
each day..
my suit, royal navy blue only tainted by blood when declared..
I dispatch through flare in flare out exhale and stay prepared..
my colt is clean in its sheer depth, amongst monkies and flunkies
much like a bunch of bananas dunking their own overbite in nothing
Stunt driving I dip and dive through traffic, heavy
Deadly spreading the truth between play ready, already ready
leveled in steady to draw through the withdraw of arrest without barrister
incorrect staying in proud of no pride in persist past amateur
self.. no self like I, as when untied from the balance of lifelines entwined
As if 000-911 could be mimed to locate all that can be supplied
pronounced approach is still in its place of frail in exhale
a police without the fiction in fact to obtain re-tell a tale
No matter the reason/unknown as item to matter on subject I cater
and laugh at laughter locating all the way open of any banter

break/break and heave..
on one dusty day, today as my cars wipers scratch
and bust through all smoke clouds they dispatch
from well to home I am well, underground for whom who cares
practicing unaware as though in self as we can we and retreat repair
claim it as time because date is incorrect in our names
when compared by strain in strands of all remain
any place no place a place of where in where
we are the is in all that chants from their location of untouched air
As they lie in their cries of help from falling asleep in their sleep holding each other
smothering themselves in locate incorrect as their language
attempt after attempt failing in their own blatancy baggage slanted like their tongue unbandage
badly boldly
like their attempt as I approach in attempt intent 0 locate seized with populated numbers
barely shuddering in their own shutters of what is dumb in dumbness
their bodies bloating and bantering in rampant expunging of unfondness
littered with lost items of my past in all its attempt
still seized, still clothed in how I am in this except..
accept/accepted I think yet the moment is broken beheld in their frightened
so I place my body inside their bodies and claim myself as an item

..outro..
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