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fresh naked and new

i want you white and naked the stars shining in your eyes i want you wet and new shining like the queen you are i want you fresh and tasty the moon waning in your hips i want you lifted

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your shadow fell long against the horizon and touched me deep inside i quivered as i imagined your sweating forehead against my naked breast your corona bright white against the black of the wall and inside again we danced between

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i am nothing here amongst the crowd falling silent in the faceless mass i’ve smoked too many cigarettes and the taste if growing stale the sun rise happens too fast and the quiet hum grows dim with the blinking light

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your face grows pale as the sun gets hotter sand in your hair salt water dried on your skin i taste as i touch a finger across your lips

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i love you, but i’m afraid to love you

Somewhere along the lines a relationship crumbles…you think. Maybe if prior to that the relationship had an inherent flaw in the foundation and therefore never truly crumbled from one singular event nor any avalanche of events but instead it was

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i show my strength in the drugs i don’t take while birthing my baby. i wear my journey on my skin stretching out in platinum lines, puckering and shining across my belly and my breasts a scarred road map of

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the means and the ends

unattached in gray discord your watery face reminds me of me i shout for help but i’m sinking anyway down below the surface of habitual reason and nonchalant rationale you used me for your crazy means but where were the

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i dont care what you think

blissful fate halcyon storm cyclonic love radioactive pride nothing for destiny face it you are no one bumping slowly magnificently of love walking in a wonderland unafraid of the fire inside soft mouth rubbed navel down hard loans finish us

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Damaged

i am positing from oblivion plummeting from entirety the smoke is drifting over the sun near the window into you face the sun has turned orange the fire must be burning but i can’t see it dawn appears to be

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smashed

why can’t you leave me alone leave me alone to my solitude along to fight with (myself) the voices are invading my mind and i cannot shut them out murmurs. whispers. growing. kicking. screaming. arguing. your face is racing to

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