A Year With No Summer

I heard it on the news today. This year there will be no summer. And it's the first time in decades. This year there will be no summer. . Pictures on my screen shattering the windshield.

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Assassine

Tant de jours, de mois passs. Effacs et classs. Les maux et moments. Des plaisirs dpasss. Aux cimes de mes dsirs. Ton ventre se dessine. Assez de simagres.

A Tout Prendre

(P. Obispo). Entre deux lattes vnitiennes. Je t'observe sous les persiennes. Allong l'horizontale. Sur les lamelles o tu t'etales. Derrire le store tu t'exposes.

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Akru00f3asis

Alien

She has just touched heaven. But acts as though it's broke. She can't help it. She can't mend it. Alien...Alien.... I stole the colors off her. And changed myself just like her.

Again

(You did). Call my name, call me all of the time. Another way to pollute the air around me sweetly... say something. Feed me lies, feed me all of your lies.

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