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I want her.
the frilly, cuffed socks bit
I want the crisp collared linen adorning her shoulder-tops,
I want our smiles parallel.
I want her smirk..
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1. I'm obsessed with a story called light
how it touches oak trees
it touches me sometimes
alchemises me into a bronz..
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Distraction, the dramatic desire for things a sleep walker would never claim
A world with love being a wispy chimera
Yet not knowing how scary and c..
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Humans are animals. We are no different than a dog. We are no different than the protists that float aimlessly. When we die, our bodies rot into the e..
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Soda became vodka
and kisses turned into sex.
Perched on dad’s shoulders was your idea of getting high, with the mental synthesis that the w..
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if you're unhappy with your current situation or can't find a reason to feel positive, here are some things to appreciate.
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I simply recall the notes of euphoria, hints of mint julep breeze.
Nostalgia burning freely through my nerves; the remembrance of incandescent sun..
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Girls work on their looks, not their minds,
because they know boys are stupid, not blind.
Particularly at this adolescent age
when I know crones ..
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Some might argue their existence is for God
or that we are merely skeletal structures
wispy frames of hair and skin
dangling on a vicarious cliff ..
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I hope you remember how it felt to be desperate
to feel eyes burning into every pore in your skin
as you scurry down the hall
you beg of nothing mo..
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