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The Moon Was a Kite

from Toe Hider by Toehider

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Under the influence of Trypophobia for this one.
Also trying to prove that profanities can be poetic. Either that or just trying to be offensive.

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How can you tell? You call it a fear.
I call it 'electric', and hold it quite dear.
Scratch it all out, and scratch it within.
Over your faces, under my skin.

The sky is a blindfolded mess
The clouds flicker past like they're hiding something.
The stars are just pricks in the sky
And the moon was a kite until some cunt snipped its string.

And all but too soon, the colours all fade
And I can't tell your browns from your green or your grey.
They're not all the same, they're not uniform.
Stop with the collecting together in swarms.

I can't feel a thing as you slit.
And the lotus seeds taunts me (I know where they've come from)
Halcyon's not even a word
The moon was a cut, but it seems to be healing well.

I'm over the moon, I'm sick of its games
And finally my enemy has a name.
And I will not stop, till I've scratched you all out
And I'll finally see what you're really about.

The sun needs no excuses to shine
And the faces it beams on seem microscopic.
The stars are just pricks in the sky
And the moon was a kite until some cunt snipped its string.

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from Toe Hider, released December 17, 2008

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The work of musician Micheal Mills and artist Andrew Saltmarsh.

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