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You are an exit wound the extra shot of tequila the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre pebble wedged in the sole of a boot the ****** hangnail you are, just this once you are flip flops in a thunderstorm the boy's lost ******** a pen gone dry you are my father's nightmare my mother's mirage you are a manic high which is to say: you are a bad idea you are ****** despite the ****** you are, I know better you are pieces of cork floating in the wine glass you are the morning after whose name I can't remember still in my bed the hole in my rain boots ******** with no batteries you are, shut up and kiss me you are naked wearing socks mascara bleeding down laughing cheeks you are the wrong guy buying me a drink you are the typo in an otherwise brilliant novel sweetalk into unprotected *** the married coworker my stubbed toe you are not new or uncommon not brilliant or beautiful you are a bad idea rock star in the back seat of a taxi burned popcorn top shelf, at half price you are everything I want you are a poem I cannot write a word I cannot translate you are an exit wound a name I cannot bring myself to say aloud
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
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You are an exit wound the extra shot of tequila the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre pebble wedged in the sole of a boot the ****** hangnail you are, just this once you are flip flops in a thunderstorm the boy's lost ******** a pen gone dry you are my father's nightmare my mother's mirage you are a manic high which is to say: you are a bad idea you are ****** despite the ****** you are, I know better you are pieces of cork floating in the wine glass you are the morning after whose name I can't remember still in my bed the hole in my rain boots ******** with no batteries you are, shut up and kiss me you are naked wearing socks mascara bleeding down laughing cheeks you are the wrong guy buying me a drink you are the typo in an otherwise brilliant novel sweetalk into unprotected *** the married coworker my stubbed toe you are not new or uncommon not brilliant or beautiful you are a bad idea rock star in the back seat of a taxi burned popcorn top shelf, at half price you are everything I want you are a poem I cannot write a word I cannot translate you are an exit wound a name I cannot bring myself to say aloud
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
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