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Cigarettes and pheromones Calloused tips and olive skin. Coffee stains on aching palms One wrapped around a neck, The other conducting tendons tugging at rhythms ********** theory. Others’ are raised crying hallelujah— Yours stuck Stiff like soldiers’ or unsure anchors— Lost like subjugated natives— The Stolen Generation of yourself. Just follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence, John— hide inside hollowed boabs. I ask you if you’d like some tea— you look like you’d drifted off. You said: “Now why’d you have to go say a thing like that? Why are you always assimilating me to your context?”
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Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
lexi-robinson
Turkish Royal Reflections and Whose Memories are These Anyway
Cigarettes and pheromones Calloused tips and olive skin. Coffee stains on aching palms One wrapped around a neck, The other conducting tendons tugging at rhythms ********** theory. Others’ are raised crying hallelujah— Yours stuck Stiff like soldiers’ or unsure anchors— Lost like subjugated natives— The Stolen Generation of yourself. Just follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence, John— hide inside hollowed boabs. I ask you if you’d like some tea— you look like you’d drifted off. You said: “Now why’d you have to go say a thing like that? Why are you always assimilating me to your context?”
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