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Lick you lips before they crack,
Exhale into the ends of your sleeves with anticipation. -
Watching you writhe is the sick pleasure of peeling skin from fingertips; the ticklish sting.
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I am the hanging moment between
Pouring the wine over your tongue -
Go ahead, add sugar to the oil; it'll still float over the waves.
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All I see is skin bulging from below
A needle point, faint at first -
Like cash flow,
Or post office protocol, -
Leave the blinds open cause
You look best in stripes, love. -
Snare hit, kick drum
Fingers sliding on the strings. -
New melodies and emotion through sound,
I need the voices to make a listener question -
That's disgusting. You know better.
Let the semen coagulate in hot water and rinse away -
The bones in my forearm twist to the sound,
One over the other and I can hear the blood vessels shifting. -
So I don't forget later: World as pants.
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(Let me out, let me out, let me out...)
What are you telling me? -
Do I wish for too much, or do I know what I want?
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Dance, dance with me, my queen.
The hottest lady I've seen; -
I track mud
With bare feet. -
Files, labels, and colored tags.
Finding yourself along a journey -
The only sin, of women and men, is when a promise becomes currency.
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When lines divide the soul and mind, people forget their once held promises.
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Running through the forest and vines,
(Where are you going now? Where are you going now?) -
A surreal, single cloud
Stalks your every step and drops rain faster -
"Open your eyes, love,"
As I shake you gently. -
I don't what the fuck is wrong with me...why do I put myself in this shit time and time again? My parents can't figure it out, and I'm out of answers to give. I don't think with any part of me that what I did was wrong, and
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Motor oil stains cover my teeth today,
But it's no big deal, I'll just brush them. Away -
Your room.
As bright as a white linen in sun, -
Staring at shards in the middle of a cloudless day at noon.
The road's been blocked off by orange cones and love letter signatures. -
Hearing voices of people you just hung up on
Is like a pop song stuck in your head. -
oughtta write something, then tell me about it. I'm away from home for a while..not really thinking about writing, but I'd certainly loveby David. Enjoy. 0 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 17 12:28 AM
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I hate the feel of a file on my nails
Like rusty nails on a dinner plate or chalk board surface. -
White noise and birthday cakes
Much like black cows turned into steaks -
Time and time again
I scream your name -
Count degrees and radians
And find that snow is frozen tin. -
cars are ideal male body types (for the most part).
Trucks, very medium, not the fastest, but not the weakest.
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