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Forgotten Kewpie - A Ode to Stranded Gifts and Rejected Affection

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  Broken Porcelain  Time starved by the gallowed hauntings Waiting to return to the waltz Of forced obsolescence, Ghosts spinning into amnesia Fading into the murdered framework  Islands burning into the sea  Collecting all the stolen days  Consumed by the never-ending girl  Who I sank all my troubles into, Into the shaken lost girl  Falling through scented and diseased gloom.  She smiled a draining grin That shined through the Atlantic corridor And ruptured all my plans Of ending time Of curing myself From this mysterious disease of life.  Once we kneaded together Our shattered shadows Joined me in the ceremony of severance, Emulsified our fleshy nothingness, Our altered balances, Our senses of rhythmic decline, And out came Entangled in frozen static, Severed sheets of spongy fat,  And rusted, singing coils Was the little dislocated child of ruin Our uncanny entity With their feet dangling into the uncanny  Unearthed, bathed in chalk, and baptized in Molds of dead teeth And eldritch
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Failed Poetry Attempt: Another tribute to the person who will never read this

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 A messy, unfinished, clunky assemblage of leftover lines and poems I didn't quite know how to make any sense of. Strung together and put to use alongside new, thoughtlessly written regurgitations. It's all the same shit, it's all the same emotions, feelings, messages, whatever. I'm tired and had to get this out like a dead tooth lodged in my infected gums. It doesn't feel any better after the fact, but at least it's all gone.  Reopened Our dull October sun  Festered, hatched  And miscarried  Out from my abandoned pile of bones Still nestled in your smoldering lap.  It tore through the horizon like an infection Moonbeams vomit into my dreaming Every night I can see the end And its painted porcelain crack  My face splits open  A breathless tired scream  My carved-up limbs tucked away  Carefully folded in every corner of your forgotten room. But where are you now?  I can’t see myself Without your destructive little mind.    Your last caress sang to me, I’ve lost i
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