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carbon monoxidethis isn’t love. / this is another / addiction.
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Oct 9, 2011
crosshatchi / because instead of slipping away, / i can feel you
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Oct 9, 2011
i know why the compass points southi can lose myself in your eyes— / no, actually, that’s not true. / i have an excellent sense of direction
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Oct 9, 2011
mortaryou cried and i didn’t, / because why would we / ever do anything that
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Oct 9, 2011
obscuritysun-warmed hands and / tongue-warmed teeth; / she chews on a wingless idea,
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Oct 9, 2011
paradox at 2 a.m.i love you for your contradictions— / the tuned dissonance that hums / past midnight lips,
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Oct 9, 2011
the last thing he said before he closed his eyesi could feel the crushed hourglass, / trickling down my hand, / melting my fingers as it
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Oct 9, 2011
trash talkyou stranger, / you becoming stranger, / your voice the
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Oct 9, 2011
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