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and we sit on the big green swinging chair you run your fingers down my unwashed, dreaded hair I'm scared to touch your lips or look you in the eye cause I know you'll be last first kiss I'll ever try honey nectar veins can only go two ways can I be yours, today? brains beaming laser cut cookie cutters that fit perfectly into my hands our auras mix to make cinnamon twirls no need to touch, I understand you know it too the fear there might be more than one for you I am a risk, and a new frontier don't fake the flag, admit I'm here. the rain soaked into my skin the trees of the forest sang they we so glad purifying my humid past love was the best umbrella I ever had you explained my future in the utterance of letters finally cozy in a medication free sweater grass stains on our memories made everything smell sweeter never felt so safe, away from my heater your past walked to snip my dream catcher she held the scissors this present snatcher her post slap palms held the shears penetrating your growth pesticides filling hours of maturity this time when I look at you, you look *****
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
tainted gaze
and we sit on the big green swinging chair you run your fingers down my unwashed, dreaded hair I'm scared to touch your lips or look you in the eye cause I know you'll be last first kiss I'll ever try honey nectar veins can only go two ways can I be yours, today? brains beaming laser cut cookie cutters that fit perfectly into my hands our auras mix to make cinnamon twirls no need to touch, I understand you know it too the fear there might be more than one for you I am a risk, and a new frontier don't fake the flag, admit I'm here. the rain soaked into my skin the trees of the forest sang they we so glad purifying my humid past love was the best umbrella I ever had you explained my future in the utterance of letters finally cozy in a medication free sweater grass stains on our memories made everything smell sweeter never felt so safe, away from my heater your past walked to snip my dream catcher she held the scissors this present snatcher her post slap palms held the shears penetrating your growth pesticides filling hours of maturity this time when I look at you, you look *****
mushroomfaerie
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mushroomfaerie
French
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
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