keely-anneWhisper

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apocalypsewhat a shame to think that the world / might end in only eight days' time / and i have never kissed
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Dec 28, 2012
cloudedyou will think too much when you are kissing the girl down the hall. / you will dance with her, half-drunk and half-joking, and something foreign in you will ignite. you will blatantly ask her to be your girlfriend just to gauge her reaction. you will curiously perch yourself on her lap and beam when she praises your vocabulary. you are more drunk but you are still half-joking. / you will think of the way she runs her hands through your hair and over your shoulders. you will remember how she feels about touching things, how she only touches what is important to her, what she doesn't want to forget. you will think about this when she asks if she can kiss you. you will think about this when her dry, drunken lips find yours and you will think about it when the pad of her thumb grazes the waistband of your jeans. you will think about how your jeans look, pooled on her carpet.
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Oct 12, 2014
collateral damagewhy are you afraid? / are you scared to find my broken parts / scared to ***** your jealous fingers on my jagged face
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Feb 25, 2013
dealingstonight i have a broken heart and i will deal with it as best i can / i should deal with the essay i have left to write / but i have until midnight tomorrow
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Mar 13, 2013
disobedienti have kissed too many girls, who, / between leaded lashes / and bloodied lips, begged me not
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Oct 12, 2014
eulogyyou smile / and it is then that i realize that you will be what kills me / not cancer
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Jan 28, 2013
goldlast i dreamed that you were a renaissance portrait. you were hanging under a fluorescent light in the museum. / a small red sign told me i couldn't touch you. your cheeks were glossed with gold dust and your lips curled delicate as roses. / i came to see you every day on my lunch break. i came to see you every single day, to watch the way the unnatural light bounced off your gold-dusted face and to wonder who you were, who you'd loved and who'd loved you, the way your voice sounded, the way it would feel to run my hands through your hair.
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Oct 15, 2013
how muchif you knew / how much / i loved you it
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Feb 6, 2013
januaryit was unseasonably warm for a january morning, and / as a result, the front windows of your car were left / cracked open to the lazy morning air
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Jan 18, 2013
lessonit takes some people / forty years / two kids
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May 21, 2013
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