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She keeps comparing thosefeelings to those eyes withfeelers like dandelions thatbright these damn days right.on.up.And all the choices in theworld cou..
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Jimmy ate the world, the big appleand the west coastflavors of which havebeen stolen, likefire and ice androbert frostand dandelions of which thereis ..
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He turned, they embraced chesttochestarms entagledas if they were grown that wayfollowed by a"No homo"I turned, outstretched hands for concave hipsp u..
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like a bronze hookeron a 9 a.m. Monday morningsipping coffee from acup with red lipstick stainsin pantie hose and dontfuckme pumpsSatan in a Sunday ha..
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I want a lullaby that will wash away memories, conquer sleep-deprived
insanities, and allude the craftiest of insomnia. I want a melody to
flip the ..
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Urban decay in decadence, white houses, dogs and contentment,hurriedly along leashed tight to throat to chain.I think,I've grown tired of my own wishf..
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