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by MyDecember
28 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 1 7:54 PM
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Sex for the mind
Her golden curls shining back at him
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Gently drifts, unveiled
To glorious life below
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She wants
To kiss him goodbye
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Don’t plan, let it happen
Breathe fabulous like cocaine air
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Scales. Qould I ask for
Any else
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Fall on us like broken glass
Mulched promises
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Her bare feet are soundless as she pads down the stairs wearing only his polo. It’s way / too big for her, but she can’t bring herself to take it off. She sticks her nose into the /
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/ Cut out that part of my life / / With white fingers, like glue / / Sticky, steep, unforgiving / / Residue, because I don’t know / / If it was ever really my own / / Is anything? / /
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by MyDecember
19 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 14 6:08 PM 2007
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The sky, beach-stretched across both of their hearts In rapture with their own southern snow globe
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black nails
darkened eyes
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Silent memory
My drop of rain
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I can’t stand him
I can’t stand my life
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