mackenzie-j-greerWhisper

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i stopped reading poetrywe out run the streetlights at dusk / clicking on overhead / raining urban-orange rays
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Jan 12, 2016
warm wild wind.warm wild wind, what are you trying to tell me? / you swim through the trees so recklessly / what is it you long to tell me?
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Nov 6, 2015
lake lessonsready? / do you wanna go together? come, lets hold hands. / no?
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Sep 25, 2015
achesubtle thump / i beg you don't betray me / inside mathematic ribs
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Jun 9, 2015
right nownostalgia creeps up my shoulders / with these seductive / pair of hands
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Jun 2, 2015
death of the waltzwhen the cafe closed / our hearts were broke / and we spilled out slow
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Nov 22, 2014
laughing too loudly at yourselfI’m always afraid you’re gonna kiss me in the elevator / you ask me out to lunch and I always think you mean it / we just wind up at the nearest mock irish dive
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Dec 20, 2013
i wait to see you on trainsyou tread the city so quietly. / tip toe delicate around me. / don’t send a word, don’t wave a flag.
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Dec 19, 2013
on feeling ambitionless" you’re a walking expression" he said confidently, his head tilted on it’s axis, gazing downward into the wine that he swirled so violently. i felt a little empty. he was handsome. i could see the winged tips of his ribcage protrude toward me whenever he stretched or adjusted his posture. "lately i feel like i’m always having miscarriages with my creativity." i said, my eyes transfixed on the miniture hurricane of burgundy. "like i’m there, everything is correct and pure and plentiful- and then it just kinda crumbles halfheartedly back into chemistry". i never say things like this. he nodded wistfully. i couldn’t tell if it was forced or not. he followed it by adding some statement more profound than my own and suggested that we head out into the night. it was getting late. i nodded lightly a few times and began to clumsily button my flannel up across my flat chest and noticed him staring strongly at me across the table. "you know" he smiled, zipping up his coat, "any woman can look **** getting undressed, but it takes a charming one to carry the same effect while putting on clothes.” i laughed, admired the wit, wondered if the line was borrowed, felt nauseous, carried on.
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Oct 27, 2013
claire de lune twenty something timesi have always run / with my hands cupped / to the boys who have not fallen
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Sep 18, 2013
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