Been having computer issues. As in not having one that works. But this is fixed.
14/30
Mouth full of heart attacks
Chest burning octives barely over a groan.
Curl her lips over on herself and watch
how pretty things turn.
15/30
This was a badly
broken melody
since day one.
When your feet evolve
to pump gasoline thunder
just to keep moving,
one tends to forget the simple truths to
how ugly scenery unfolds to become.
16/30
There were zombies at beat night.
Portsmouth bayed with her lost dive bars.
The sewage drains started looking like the cliches we
hide all our most vital parts behind.
I didn't realize hipsters ever even HAD heartbeats,
till it echoed through the still plugged microphone
now rammed through a chest cavity.
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