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A Metaphor For Why My Heart Skips BeatsThe sleeping creature in my chest, / The curled up cuddly fuzz-ball, / Is feline, but no tame house cat.
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May 28, 2013
PraySplit me, canyon style, / My yawning maw ribcage / Showing pink-wet guts.
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May 28, 2013
*** love, guiltthere is a feeling / warm and tingling and / sweet
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May 28, 2013
The OriginYou make comic book origin stories fascinating / Ninja Turtles and the Swamp Thing / As I let my eyes roam over you I somehow take it in
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May 28, 2013
The Worst Lie I Ever Told (why I invented a nightmare about the time I was assaulted)The truth is, there was no shaking, breaking, / waking from a dream. Though / the steam in my brain did condense into tears. That was true.
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May 28, 2013
This is a love letter.Fluorescent flickers illuminate the stained cement floors of the hallway. Your slippered feet music an uneven pad and scuff. This ***** city is home, whatever that means. This ***** city holds you like you're someone else's child. A burst of joy and music reaches for you through the window; someone bangs a door and you turn on the tap. As water sputters onto your toothbrush you catch a whiff of Dakota Jim's racist southern drawl, a puff of his ketamine breath. / You walk to the window, toothbrush dangling. / [Oh London, I know you love no one, but nights like this I feel your heartbeat in your embrace.]
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May 28, 2013
Walking Away From YouFirst, the ground shakes / It starts soft, the quiver of a woman's thighs / An ever mounting pleasure tremor bearing on towards it's ******
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Jun 11, 2013
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