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as i have had its tongue in me
french kissing my artery
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when the news finally hits it’s 3 days after the phone call-
i've come back from the laundromat and let
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These days when I’m alone
I speak English to myself,
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I can still/ hear you/
on the bedroom floor/ like the passer-by’s did, from the sidewalk of the front gates as he burst through them/ run
by Aixerona
58 lines, 7 comments,
on Nov 15 2:38 PM 2007
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to give meaning to our life we window-shop for parking lots
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so i'll meet you on wednesday with eyes puffy and red beneath the bottom lids
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the morning after an impromptu party i emptied bottles of Corona
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i used to feel like a goddess with a glorious defect you could say that the devil has come to collect
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the father, he is lean his ribs stick out but they're full like flesh
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hey let’s catch a taxi back to your place
by Aixerona
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 24 5:46 PM 2006
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i exclaim ”hello darling” as i open the door- we sit on my bed because i don’t have chairs and discuss your views on languages and dialects
by Aixerona
0 lines,
on Nov 23 8:02 PM 2006
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i should have told chris i was on antibiotics like elise the night she got drunk (and high) and sick
by Aixerona
16 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 23 7:59 PM 2006
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today i'm going to sit on the metro
with my pen and paper
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i choose to remain the anonymous she
while you stroll down ste.catherine
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so he sat considering when exactly to sign his name on the end of her backbone. she was so brittle that pieces of her vertebrae were snowing
all over the bed.
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messed up my breakfast that morning. my pancakes (why am i not surprised) looked like anything but. and to think, i bought that mix and the syrup just for that
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his wrinkled hands tried to slip a hundred into mine. the last time i touched a hundred dollar bill, i wasn't even eighteen yet. i knew what he wanted but he as
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she was tank tops and flip flops in the middle of december, waiting up for the pink and purple skies running fingers through anyone else's hair. she says doll &
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here she lies now, opening her legs for the garbage can - she's on her back and she waits for it, cigarette in hand and red lipstick-- concealer for the weak-he
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the beauty dripping from her outstretched hands
watch, into an abyss of grey she will sink
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please look at me & say "oh, child" & take me in your arms i've been repressing these tears & these fears & these screams & nightmares & nightmares & nightmares
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no wings nor ring can fly her now
oh dripping red, she's broken (ribs)
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sleep isn't staring at the ceiling until the sun comes up trying to be calm
and calm can't be set as an iPod playlist
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i'm looking for something between your lips, whispering orgasms under your tongue...
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so many tears to count today, they're pearls in my mouth, aren't they? oh the blank in your pretty eyes
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the quickquickslow dance of your fingers being performed between my thighs
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chills touch me instead of you, the oh,
OH
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the blur of our legs entwined, the gods that i cried out, the sweat i left you in and begging for more, oh darling, you -begged-
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i traced your voice back to the stars and still i could not hear a word!
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and where are you now? my jeans press against the skin around my lips (theonesidonoteatwith) missing yours.
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the gunshots, how they rang in my head.(inmymouth)
oh, the whole mess. i learned nothing of it.
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In these hours of the night, everything sounds like a scream to me. oh it hurts, the falling of the stars, the tossing of the turns (and the turn of the toss) a
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here i lay then, butter on the bread of my sheets,
spread
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my arms, my arms/how it is they frame this angel's black latino hair
(oh how i love you, love!)
by Aixerona
38 lines, 13 comments,
on Apr 4 9:05 PM 2004. In Love
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