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I filled my wine glass with sparkling water, I ate an ice cream cone on the curb.The taste is palpable while I’m digging up my skin,planting ros..
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I am butter on your toast.
I’ll take a look at the gold light shining through the windows and
turn over to feel a bruise on my hip, it is lar..
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I take back my innocence, I pluck it from a tree.It's flourishing with fruit, but you cannot taste me.I am plentiful of juice that is flowing to my br..
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I’ve got absencea beadjust so smallable to crush meas i crushed youI couldn’t givejust taking a partof the mind I ate
I must not rest in ..
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I'm bored to tearsI'll never be the character of any story but the rotting one of my own.yesterday my back was read by your fingers,too much comfort, ..
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as if to give myself away,i am opening my eyesfor attempt to gather things that are mine,for the very first time.opposite of me in the lakewhere a fam..
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my fair, my life has been of abundance without you.but my gut still feels the pains, and as each monthends, I never cease to fear you’ll be back..
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Taupe rose petal toasts my lips so i can talkbut I'm mopping up the left overs, the damned clover of my morningforever till i get offOn the road that ..
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my best times occur during the washing period;while I soak long till the dirt does leave me,like it was never there to begin with.listening to a Frenc..
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When you wash my body in the water, I am homeI am prone to paint pictures with strayhair strands on the tiled wall, a sweet faceto tell you, "pull my ..
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