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supremeovaries
supremeovaries
You've left moon dust on my pillow and lavender on my tongue.
My body is Detroit. Spray paint in the form of a Kaleidoscopic, mountainous macabre- knuckle avalanche going down the 90 degree angle that just isn't right but I can't call it obtuse. I have gang signs littered across the human vessel, spotty and an embarrassed brown covered by a collar, and green, yellow and maroon covered by sunglasses. Love is not possession in the way abuse is not love. Both own you. Sailing, he's steering. my cruise is on the Slave Trade Triangle route. You never asked me to get your name tattooed on the past 18 years of dermis cut, shaved, kissed, caressed, burnt and brown.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
baby
when they said it was a tragedy I thought it was a dream to place my mouth where he speaks scriptures a holy man making a good girl out of me for all the time he prays I spend on my knees
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
sunday school
"eat me" i told you so you put a napkin round your neck and hung there with a look buried in your eyes that still consumed me
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
feast
you were the noose i wore around my neck like a chandelier
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
diamonds, dear
"that old thing" i whispered spotted sight of my soiled soul the boy who cried wolf stole my tears and ravaged my village
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
numb & void
i wish i could wipe your finger prints from my memories but there's this one spot that never comes off
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
stain
they taught me my body's a garden I call my purple petals blooming violets but you'd call them bruises you didn't know who tended to my weeds only made them grow
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
violets are blue
"She was as slender as a weeping willow" maybe that's because she was a rain forest every much as in danger and covered in dew drops as the ***** of Brazil and the basin of my ****** delta
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
fallen leaves
"I want to climb mountains someday" so I led him uphill to a field of tangerine tulips strung against cupid's bow he left his backpack for the Appalachian trail too heavy to carry as he claimed the top of me for his own land
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
altitude
it doesn't make sense how 160 lbs still leaves me feeling empty
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
gravity