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that’s a wild animal. He doesn’t care that you think it’s cute. Don’t touch him. He is on fire in hot                                                   pursuit of suitor, taming of the tamer of cold sharp breaths of air of the polluter’s diluted self, aware And, so, where are you when I am scared or (alone) ((skeletal)) (((in need of repair)))? lacking in tenderness while half-listening—doe-eyed—wanderous—confidently— “Despair is a feral thing” You set it to the choral whispers of rotting, on a golden-forest bedful of debris.
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
DON’T BE STUPID
that’s a wild animal. He doesn’t care that you think it’s cute. Don’t touch him. He is on fire in hot                                                   pursuit of suitor, taming of the tamer of cold sharp breaths of air of the polluter’s diluted self, aware And, so, where are you when I am scared or (alone) ((skeletal)) (((in need of repair)))? lacking in tenderness while half-listening—doe-eyed—wanderous—confidently— “Despair is a feral thing” You set it to the choral whispers of rotting, on a golden-forest bedful of debris.
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
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