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you leave me tasting so metallic i'd always pictured such softer hands when you smoothed me over in daylight dreams. but i am wedged in comfort's drawer, corners dig into my hips as I wheeze a stale warm release; clouds that lift me in between bated breaths and rumination of time poorly spent.
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
lungs, prickled and oversexed
you leave me tasting so metallic i'd always pictured such softer hands when you smoothed me over in daylight dreams. but i am wedged in comfort's drawer, corners dig into my hips as I wheeze a stale warm release; clouds that lift me in between bated breaths and rumination of time poorly spent.
you are the rusty smoke in my throat. 4/24/13 journal freewrite
paris-adamson
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
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