jennifer-trippWhisper

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historythinned blood of the sickly / infused with my own sweet / rattlesnake venom given to
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SlowSlowly as if on a dying breeze / She walks through hollow leaves, / just a beacon of who she
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Blasphemyblasphemy / in the dark my hands search for you / but only grab bars of steel.
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Joven Para Siempreforever / young and on the brink / of all our dreams with scabbed knees
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surviveWhat turns half corpses / away from prepared tombs? / Mermaids lay on shores
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Sinful Natureis it such a sin / to forsake everything / for a small amount
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Beautylittle girl, crying in the corner of your room / wondering why life feels like such a tomb. / when your thighs are bigger than your palms
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first love poem especially for youyou are the sand, the shore, / stretched thin across my coast. / the crowds gather to your voice,
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the one i wrote to youI don't usually put pen to paper / and write out silly love poems / just to pass the time but I can
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Who Am I?Who Am I? / A nature device with city eyes / and ***** fingers with too short nails.
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