matt-nobrainsWhisper

American

thats what you get for **** schwillinin it i have the twist and **** / that falls upon beer caps / and ragged desert fur

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Jul 12, 2015

underoverin the height and heather / warmly brushing against / make and muddle

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Jul 12, 2015

make/shadeready when the pain subsides / drunk on seagrass and / stains imedded in the

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Jul 19, 2014

anarquista"I think about these moments / everyday," she breathed / into my neck,

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Jun 26, 2014

love poems are trite but I have no regretsthe explorer of mountains dazed / mindless at the first glimpse / of primal space.

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Jun 25, 2014

in betweenbreath trickle / through skin; / gathers in the wheat

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Jun 24, 2014

what now, gutter punk?sometimes I forget to breathe / when I think of her, / perhaps because the long unused

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Jun 23, 2014

Lunaticwe're almost home / I can taste it / the fumes and the fire and the rags soaked with gasoline

Jun 20, 2014

self inflicted; a mating callit's the smallest voices that scream the loudest / I've never been a fan of the trending hero / or the underground superstar.

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Jun 20, 2014

why can't I alsoyou can **** any time and / any place you want. / I don't need money or stability

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Jun 20, 2014

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