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Ache On The Lovelorn Pagesthe pages of my notebook are probably more lovelorn than i'll ever be / idk / i never longed to be a tree burying my roots deep into Her soil, moaning
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Jan 26, 2014
Lovers Grow Oldhip bones under hips, hips to lips, lisping lips, sheer lace slips, butterfly clips, / heated hips to heated hips / bruised hips under bleeding lips, the pink slip, slow dance dips, managing on meager tips, frisky nips,
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Jan 8, 2014
I Almost Throw Up Due To Sentiment Towards Youin my dream last night, i fancied the way your lips parted softly in your sleep / your mouth was Elysian and your eyes were dancing beneath their lids / i hope you were dreaming of things that make you happy (i am no longer ignorant enough to hope that i am what makes you happy)
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Jan 5, 2014
Why Veins Are Blueall of these corridors lead to my heart / the way that all the old roads lead to Rome. / all of these corridors are verdant
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Dec 17, 2013
Journal, Page 3i feel like a queen in a king sized bed. the edge of my quilt is the edge of my terrain, and i / i believe the world is just too big for me / on another note, the sadness is back. it feels like this:
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Dec 8, 2013
Ophelia / Thoughts In The Midst of Another Breakdownpour rice down my throat to staunch the flow of blood / on each grain is a something, / an art,
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Oct 25, 2013
Feditydo you cut your diamonds on those sharp, pretty little horns of yours? i bet you do. / do you wash your upper-echelonic car with the tears of your victims? i bet you do, i know you do. / you burn out the water-logged hearts of sailors stricken by your siren song
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Oct 25, 2013
Reinventing April / Plastic and Glassagain again again / remember / that we were friends
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Oct 24, 2013
Halloween, Hugs, and Birthday Girlshow many times over have i realized that you think Halloween is more exciting than my birthday? / (both are on workdays, don't act like you're too busy because have you even had a job in the past few months?) / how many times over have i realized that we honestly aren't as close as we used to be, anymore?
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Oct 19, 2013
This is What I Came Here to Doi came here to write, not play iSpy with turtles in the duck-crap encrusted, man-made lake of the park i grew up going to / i came here to tell a story. the story about the way your eyes were in between green and brown and how i always told you they were very ugly because hatred and love-written-in-Times New Roman-and-printed-then-ripped-to-shreds were your only two emotions (but we were in seventh grade then and i actually didn't say any of that because i actually thought you were perfection manifested into the form of a bowl-cut haired Iranian boy) / i came here to paint the walls of your room sanguine instead of Southern sky blue (it's blood, not paint (that's why i'm laughing)) and tattoo words i don't know the definition to all over your inner thighs (i'll use my mouth if you want, even though i already told you i wasn't here to fool around)
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Oct 19, 2013
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