joe-hillWhisper

30 / M / American
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Fate is a givenExcuses are drugs / *you* have *given* your sense / Excuses are masters
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Sep 5, 2022
Your lips fill the spacebetween dreams and deficiencies / for a moment candied whispers / mask the taste of stale drags
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May 16, 2018
My NameI am the salt water on your cheek when you're alone / thinkin' about how strong you used to be for everyone. / I am the torn dollar in your pocket on the floor
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Nov 26, 2015
Standing in the sandboxshe saw me see her through countless / classmates running wild Mrs. Robins / sees all of the yard but the soccer field
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Sep 15, 2015
Dear too many people I used to know,does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice / or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie? / chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls
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Apr 30, 2015
DeliberateShe has the look of the angel. / She has the voice of the fallen. / He has the hope of the child.
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Apr 27, 2015
Over therelies my still beating heart / in a box in the drawer of a desk. / Over here
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Feb 27, 2015
What Murders Me Mostthe chilling arbitrarities / of steps and thoughts and fallacies / the colors of the changing leaves
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Feb 27, 2015
Ten Crescent Indentationsartists of flesh / wielding shades of exertion / splashing on canvas sheets
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Sep 29, 2014
knights in shining armorten for a dollar, twelve on Thursdays, / many more ways to realize they're all / actors brandishing turtle wax not
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Sep 9, 2014
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