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You degraded me
broke me, tortured me,
loved me.
you asked:
What are you thinking
about?
Well.
I think..
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You only call me baby on Sundaysbetween sheets like sapphire-spunwaves, breaking on skinthe color of sandThe currents push and pull your lips as they ..
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I find my sanity in the
spaces between the white lines
and the synapses of serotonin
in my mind
I want to ..
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Why I Don’t Believe In God I trusted you withmy soul, singingpraise, hands open,eyes wide, wanting, needingthe acceptance of the..
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I hold onto secrets like rose petals
I open it and everyone turns to
stare because the petals are in my hands
i..
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The black
pavement and white dashed lines fly under and out the back of the car as I hold
my head out the window, tasting the..
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he only calls me baby on sundays
and b***h on mondays
when i forget the cream for his
coffee or put the laundry in ..
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I
haven’t had a drink in ten years. A man hasn’t touched me in five. I am 31,
single, and tall. And tonight, I will enter into a dr..
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F**k.
I
spilled my drink on that girl in the peach dress and now she’s glaring at me
like I burned her. Ex..
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And she said yes,silently, trembling because to befickle would instigate a new thought,a new pain, and still she said yes.The daylight whispersnoand s..
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