georgina-annWhisper

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*Born of the earth; / He is a feast for the human soul. / His father is a velvet fungus,
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Jul 1, 2011
13 SecondsWe met as soul mates / but too old to still believe. / You filled me with delusions
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Jul 1, 2011
15Nettles sting my feet. / I'm wearing too much perfume. / Humidity is making me stick.
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Jun 30, 2011
1941 BlackburnYour standing there / in tattered Lucky jeans / with sweat-drenched hair.
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Jul 1, 2011
All My Shit Is At Your House And I Want It BackThose Ray Bans I begged you to get for me last summer. The ones that were always lopsided because I sat on them every time I threw myself into your passenger seat. / The nozzle we used to screw onto the hose to fill up water balloons before we rode around in your car and hucked them at all those fucking bikers. / That glass pipe we bought at Amazing Adult Express. The one that changed colors every time we got high together.
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Jul 1, 2011
AnnieI slept with one of my teachers in high school. / We used to barter with fleeting, salty kisses / behind the musty curtain of the old auditorium.
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Jul 1, 2011
April ShowersWhen I was little, my Mumma taught me / how to make perfume from the rose petals / in my Nan's English garden.
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Jul 1, 2011
AthensAs if we were just old friends; / you'd ask, / *How are you baby?*
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Jun 30, 2011
Black PsalmI'm the face in your dirty dreams. / I'm your prayer; / your infinity.
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Jul 1, 2011
BlitzWords skinned and numbed / by too many bricks, / slip out past your hollow tounge
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Jul 1, 2011
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