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lindsey-durbin
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Sadness is a gentlemanly kiss.
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:06 AM UTC
Sadness
My favorite things, lungs half filled with smoke, windows down, heat turned high, the flexing muscles in your legs as you tip-toe across the kitchen, feelings of anticipation for next time, the ticking of the clock late mornings, favorite things, touching, the hair all over my body, the hair all over your body, that story i tell over and over of when I jumped off the balcony, the memories of magazine ink and coffee, dotting i's and crossing t's, tracing the map of scars on my belly firsts, seconds, beginnings and ends the magic that surrounds us the mystery
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:05 AM UTC
My Favorite Things.
You are nothing but a taste in my mouth a reflection of myself mirrored versions of me, me, me mirrored split personality mysterious I, Gemini, keep talking to myself through the shining in your eyes, Amber, it's no surprise we are drawn to each other, child twin brother, floating through space we are kids, chameleons fickle in our ways we can't be blamed it's our nature to see I in You, and You in I.
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
Gemini
tell me all yr fever dreams tell me anything I like to listen when you speak watch the shifting of yr teeth give me yr smile i'd like to stay awhile longer soak in the smell of yr shirt call in sick from work lurk, let me creep lie awhile let me curl in yr body yr skin let me curl in yr hot fever dreams
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
fever dreams
i can't help but think we are reaping the harvest of our pruned limbs, months of freezing skin, now, with the changing seasons we thaw and tangle together, and yesterday, in the park, i repeated to you the line in the book about the ebb and the flow, how each painful cut into the heart opens hollow space to hold more joy i have never understood life as much as i do right now
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
can't help it
my words fall clumsil y into the small of yr back my sentences break and crack i become lost in yr skeleton yr skin the sinews that connect you collect words that cannot be spoken yet broken words soaked in sweat trail from my pores my skin silently begging to seep in to yr most vulnerable muscles yr bed yr sheets i forget how to speak i trip over dream words over the gentle curves of yr spine i'm stalling time dying to say lah, lah, lah, i'm losing my language in the soft of yr skin my lack of expression is simply you ******* the breath from my lungs and filling me with awe "lah, lah, lah" the sweetest sounds of our own secret language
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
inventing our own language.
****** all the boys in the army win war is over still a lesbian
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
lesbian
bottled breast milk ***** mother I loved her but I've grown up sipping from my grown up cup brown bagged ******* warm chest desire desire to sleep like a baby to cry like a little girl
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
*****
Red wire Black wire We're trying to love each other Touchy loose sparks in the fire She's trying her best to give her all red magnet black magnet she's pushing and pulling trying her very best
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
red, black
Father threw her hair into the dumpster It was Good Friday The birds did not sing
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:38 AM UTC
Good Friday