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Untitledt dawned on me the morning after she shook me down to my marrow. she was going to break my skin (with consent) and drill holes into my bones and get what she came for. / nothing could turn me on more. / she never stops craving a certain taste, and lately i seem to be lacking flavor-of-the-month.
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Untitledyou don't miss me. / i'm trying to not you. / though, the melodies and waves
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heart felt without fabricit drips down, / off the ceiling, / over the candelabrum
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the overwhelming push from inside the voidi can't stop picking at the skin under my fingernails / everytime i look at the first picture i ever saw of you / the world switched on me
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m.t.w.r.S. 0/0/1explain it? as precise as describing emotions can go? alright, i’ll try. it won’t make sense that way, and i think that that makes it almost as perfect as i could let out. / — / it was sort of
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photo/opp/missedi took pictures of you at twilight. / three different cameras, / with one exposure left.
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tmbs/simhsi haven't felt the strength radiate from her bones, / nor have i seen her eyes through mine. / regardless, i'll pick up and shine every penny
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s./o./o./o./.sthey were already straight, / i just never noticed my posture before. / kept crawling along like
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n.h.d.011her legs went cold / in a flash / as did i
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p.FA/M13.002.bi tried calling the number you left; / it rang two and a half times. / the line must've known what i wanted,
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