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rigbygirl
rigbygirl
21/F
Oh, to that man who will come split inside the Apolline. Oh, to the onlookers each one- whether salty pepper or wet cement match dim eyes and laugh lines in mathematical ways they wait for dinner. they’re givers- I unwrapped and watched through grey pipes No standing under. knowing that thing pretends to see me, hear me doesn’t here see itself. perhaps a musical man pondering the notes of my breaths. Applying the theories but not standing straight. or a written man only walking on the cracks thinking of the sentences, Sentences- I can’t finish- can’t finish- finish for him.
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC
Superimposition
If someone, someday whispers trusting lines I’ll manifest the sea and watch him float (but make sure I have kept my tone resigned) And hope the salt won’t devastate my throat Though sails are white where lovers used to lie, And bitter truth has long since cast away The deck is steady when you fill my eyes My scurvy tongue a victim of your sway With melodies of silence on his lips He hums a tune and spills my breath undressed Much can’t be done with men that steal a kiss But I’ll resist until my points addressed- For vocal chords that haven’t sung in days Can never be desired in your gaze.
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
Bon Voyage
Hands steer on their own. I don’t know, I don’t like having high beams near trees. sorry, you never asked. Ears listen as you talk of small and blank days pushing swings with legs. It could have been anyone. you talk over the faint melodies playing near me. please, know that I’m trying to turn the key. Ignition into G. Em isn’t for everyone, but it’s what uncolors their knuckles white- until I ask them to unfold one-by-one, each finger’s frequency. please, don’t accuse me of severing the nerve endings. Hands open on their own, after all. I happen to be driving you back home- you’re the one deciding to kidnap yourself with peppermint patties or a denial dalliance. Oh do tell, why am I the palm reader? I silent. Eye reads the road. I merely point my side mirror towards you.
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Amaryllis