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 Dec 2011 FVERR
Zoe
At midnight,
when humble prayers are offered
to a strange god,
I worship only
stranger skin.
I write a lot about ***.
 Dec 2011 FVERR
Brandon
bullshit
 Dec 2011 FVERR
Brandon
*******.
bull
****.
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b
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 Dec 2011 FVERR
Lauren Young
like that feeling when the seasons change

or when you can remember how the places felt

around you

at that particular point in life

almost tasting the air.

and it hangs

it hangs so heavily in your stomach

suspended there

with no release.

it used to be such an eccentric feeling

and i wonder

if i’ll ever have that same feeling

walking through empty houses

down busy streets

in the car

or with someone else.

— The End —