lorelei-adamsWhisper

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Perfumeyour scent / frees my skin / from the sweat

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Goodmorning SunshineI could have gotten out of bed today / I swear, I was planning on it / No really, I wanted to and everything

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RecessTwo Children fell in love / After they colored the squares / And shaped the circles

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on a Cold Night in FebruaryYou are so unbelievably warm; / I never thought it was possible to be this warm. (but here I am / thinking ‘bout ee cummings, well mostly about that one ee cummings poem that you recite for me)

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RecessTwo Children fell in love / After they colored the squares / And shaped the circles

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Caramel Coffee ShopHe has etch-a-sketch lines around his eyes / Sitting, leaning, portraying some sort of brash confidence. That he would perhaps get lucky on this / Tuesday

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IronicWhen Oedipus sees a ****** love / And holds hands in his womb / You'll find me ripe with love

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VillainI leaned in towards her, mimicking the curve in her back and the squint in her eyes. I rested my chin in my hands, completing the final touches to creating a mirror between us. A mirror. I smiled to question which one of us was the reflection and which was the reflector. Or, perhaps, we are inertly tied together at the wrist. The definition of reflecting written in my scars, hidden beneath my cardigan. I smiled, and she smiled back, no longer questioning me, no longer doubting any part of my sincerity. I leaned back, and she followed me, relaxing into her new role. / I knew that I had her now, that I had all the power. With this, I formed promising words on my lips. Caressed careful tears down my cheeks while her head nodded and her hand jotted. I weaved the world I lived in, colored it red and black, or blue and pink. I brought her to the edge of the cliff side, and nudged her in, to be ****** under the carpet of waves and disappear in the waters and the wild. But, I brought her back up, nestled her in my arms and drifted back to Earth and to the warmth of the desert. I braided her hair and fixed her mind to the glorious battlefields of my youth, the stunning victories and the ****** defeats. I was the hero. A shining beacon of light in the dismal landscape. / I could tell be the way her lip quivered at the end of my story that I had won. Like wrinkled silk clinging to a bedpost, she hung onto every word I said and gazed in awe at the girl who overcame all odds. Victory was mine indeed.

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Achilles' HeelEverybody / Always / Goes on and on and on

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Two Separate PlanetsThe space between us might disappear / Our mouths, careful cartographers, might record our discoveries with the pressure of our lips, / With our heavy breath and the rhythm of our heartbeats in unison.

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