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  1. manda

    manda instigator of pottymouthedness

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    Location:
    sydney
    On a Sunday afternoon
    I played my words
    around my mind
    Could cry a thousand words
    from tears
    dresssed up like a grasp of hope
    alone on my sunday afternoon session
    waiting for the words to come to me
    come under me
    im talking to myself
    and singing to a vacant lover
    who let go of my heart long ago

    He smiles when I talk about
    Sunday afternoons.


    DESIRE OF THE SAD

    i want to f u c k it up
    tear a ribbon
    share it with the sun


    lift the veil
    wipe the tear
    slap his face as
    the buttons pop;
    undone

    i always f u c k it up



    DRUNKEN STARS

    i want to get drunk with the stars
    put a fire up my skirt
    i want to taste death on my tongue
    sail to the moon on winged hurt.

    i want to rip off my skin
    in the face of his soul
    see the silence paint a goodbye
    let hell and the seas reap its toll

    fade away incoherently
    tire of the above
    spend your night's dream
    wrapped in the arms of love.

     

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