emma-n-boyerWhisper

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"Wait"One summer I was / So out of shape that / I decided to run
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Sep 25, 2017
Work In ProgressLoving you is like the / static ache of sleeping limbs / It’s like yawning when exhaustion makes
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Sep 25, 2017
Fumblei watched two / lovers in the moonlight fighting / over wasted breath they would
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Sep 25, 2017
Sister,the sky will kiss your cheeks when you are / sobbing in your sheets it will / breathe into your lungs it will
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Sep 25, 2017
Consentmixed signals in my / forearms racing tampering with / my pulse
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Sep 25, 2017
Tick TockThey say once your heart is / Broken there's a / Clock on when you cry I mean you
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Sep 25, 2017
Caramelwhat have you / noticed lately about the girl / with caramel braids
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Sep 25, 2017
SnarlI do not have to be sorry for / Just standing in the mirror, / Searching for the hole i can feel
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Sep 25, 2017
2004I stood in the field fidgeting with / My dress there was a blue stain on / My sleeve
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Sep 25, 2017
LibraryI can't focus. This is in the footnotes of an essay I have to write but I cant write he's sitting fifteen feet away from me and there’s nothing I can do about it because he doesn’t understand what his heart wants or even what his body wants and I don’t think that is fair and how am I supposed to write about time and immortality when the only thing I can see lasting forever is this burn behind my rib cage and his eyes inside my dreams. I don’t want to wake up or go to sleep or walk to class or feel another boy’s kiss against my lips or on my hips or between my legs I just want to play with his hair or sing him to sleep or wake up in his world but I cant and I wont and it aches aches aches but I have to sit here. I have to write an essay. I have to go to school. I have to go to sleep; wake up; carry on. With him fifteen feet away.
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Aug 29, 2016
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